This is a step-by-step recipe for my new favorite indulgence: Duck Treats. They were inspired by this recipe for Salt River Bars, but I’ve adapted it and changed a few things, so I’m giving them my own little name. It’s a snappier name, and what goes better with a Duck game then a tray of salty-sweet goodness? I don’t know if I should call them cookies or candies, but they’re fucking delicious, no matter what. And I’ve been promising to share this recipe for ages, so here it is. Trick or treat? Definitely the latter!
Well, here we are. The Chief Inquisitor, as I called her in this post, left me a comment. And posted a link to my blog on her blog. Just describing this chain of fuckery makes me want to put my head right through my keyboard. But wait, in case you thought we were beyond passing notes in gym class: the link was forwarded to her by a “former high school friend” of mine. Which is…weird. I’m not friends with that many people from high school. I’ll admit that I’m curious, although I’m not particularly angry about it. Though whoever you are? You can say it to my face. Really. You don’t need to be a creeper.
One year ago today my family became complete. I am grateful every single day for this incredible boy-child, whose precocious, wide eyed exploration of the world reminds me to savor life. I am in such awe of him that its often hard to write about, because I’m afraid I’m just a gushing idiot. I guess that’s what motherhood really means.
When I was a kid, I was so skittish that commercials for horror movies would give me nightmares. The instant an ad would come on, I’d close my eyes and cover my ears, counting to one hundred to make sure I didn’t see or hear anything. As I got older, I became fascinated with them. Every time we’d rent a movie (on VHS, remember those?), I’d dart over to the horror section to read the backs of the boxes. I never even considered watching one, and yet there I would be, reading the backs of all the Nightmare on Elm Street movies (in order, because that’s how I roll).
*I hope my husband forgives me for being nice to him in public.
We decided before we even tried to knock me up that we only wanted one child. I was (effectively) an only child and, for the most part, loved it. Chip was always adamant that he’d only have one (if he had any at all). For a while I was holding out for two, but that was before I spent extended time around my friends with two (or more) kids. Guys, I don’t know how you do it, and I am in awe.
So, here we are, at the hardest entry in this series to write. I’ve been actively stalling, which is why the blogs have been a little more sporadic. Writing about this stuff is embarrassing. As much as I love
the person I am now, I don’t really like the person I was at that phase in my life. I do think that it was something I had to go through to become the woman I am today, but that doesn’t make it easy to talk about. It made me a better wife, mother, daughter and friend because it broke me completely and I had a chance to rebuild.
I was not the popular kid in high school. It shouldn’t be that surprising; I’ve always been on the…let’s call it “unique” side, and teenagers are totally known for embracing and celebrating eccentricities. Wait, no, that’s not right. They tear the oddballs to shreds, I remember now. For the first couple years I desperately tried to fit into a “group” but I generally ended up being the outsider with one or two equally outsider friends. It took until my junior year before I had a decent group of friends–pretty much all of whom were kind of outcasts themselves. Most of us found each other hanging out around the lower rungs of the social ladder.
Today would have been my eleventh wedding anniversary with M. I probably wouldn’t have really noticed (more than one October 7 has gone by without comment), but I also just got a bunch of wedding pictures back. When Creepy Tranny Cat and I tried to move to Canada (long story, but I’ll tell it eventually), we lost one bag; the one that had my yearbooks and my wedding scrapbook in it. So, I only had three wedding pictures left. Which sucks!