I have been accused of being a pack rat, and it's sort of true. I keep a lot of things for sentimental or historical value. For example, I have at least one dried flower from every bouquet my husband has ever given me (except the tulips; those didn't dry well). I think I have every hospital I.D. bracelet I've ever worn. Cheap jewelry my parents gave me when I was a kid. Friendship notes from middle school. High school art projects. My braces headgear.
I keep a lot of other things because I just know they'll come in handy one day. I think there were two major contributors to this mentality. The first is that during my childhood I regularly spent time with my two sets of grandparents and one set of great-grandparents, all of whom lived through the Great Depression, and I sort of picked up on their habits.
The second influence was the Barney Bag. Yes, I was a Season 1 Barney watcher. I was a little old for it, and I was mercilessly mocked by my 4th grade class when they found out. What can I say? I had a 1-year-old sister and a 4-year-old brother, and my grandma taped every episode for us. My little sister actually measured time in Barneys (one Barney = half an hour). But the point is, the Barney Bag held all kinds of random objects: paper plates, duct tape, scrap paper, paint, yarn, vent duct hose, paper towel tubes, you name it! "With imagination and the Barney Bag," you could make anything from a robot to a car to a feathered mask. Why on earth would anyone throw away items with such potential?
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
I think most kids go through a picky stage. There was a time in my life when I eschewed grapes, bananas, peaches, honeydew, tomatoes, onions, pickles, mushrooms, pepper, yogurt, wheat bread, and all kinds of sauce (except ketchup or honey). Honestly, I lived on starch and cheese: microwaved cheese sandwiches, grilled cheese sandwiches, baked potatoes -- no skins! -- with melted cheddar, and the supreme delight, macaroni and cheese.
Fortunately for my mother, myself, and my future family, my tastes broadened as I got older, but I still indulge my cheese cravings on a regular basis.
Last week I remembered that there was such a thing as cheese muffins, but I hadn't made or had any in years, so I started looking for recipes online.