When I’m dining out at restaurants, I always gravitate toward sliders if I see them on the menu. There’s just something about the smaller portions that I love. They always seem juicier. Each bite is so flavorful.
I’ve never been into sports, possibly because I’m so clumsy and uncoordinated (seriously, I am unable to connect my foot or hand with a moving ball). However, I’ve always been around guys who love watching games, especially football. My father and brother always watched it when I was growing up. Jeff follows each season religiously. All of them talk to the television or make loud noises when things happen. I can tell if things are going well or not from the the other side of the house.
Cabin fever never seems to hit me quite as hard as others, and I’m assuming that’s partly because I work from home. I’m used to spending extended stretches of time in one space, though under normal circumstances I try to leave at least once per day. Even during the blizzard, I was able to take a walk almost every day.
I love snowstorms for about 24-48 hours. We always have plenty of supplies on hand and never need to rush to the store in a panic. So as far as I’m concerned, it’s just a good excuse to get cozy and watch movies. Snow is always so beautiful when it first falls. Then the icy cold sets in, dirt covers nature’s artistry, and it becomes a major headache. We got close to 30 inches of snow this past weekend. Jeff and I spent 5 hours today taking turns digging out his car and we still can’t leave. My forearms are killing me. Our street hasn’t been plowed and it could be days. It’s ok, though. We have plenty of provisions. We have power and internet. I made cookies to share with the neighbors who were also digging their cars out. I drank wine and enjoyed leftovers from this chocolate peanut butter cheesecake.