- I have learned to like brussle sprouts and oatmeal, both hitherto ignored because one tasted like licking the inside of sweaty gym shoes (I imagine) and the other was the consistency of snot. But this recipe for the one and sheer willpower for the other has lifted me to the world of adult dining.
- We have finally unpacked the last box. As in, until now James and I have still had an unpacked box sitting on top of our bookshelves that I would forget for weeks at a time and start wedding thank you notes with false phrases like “Three months in and we just unpacked the last box!”
- I drank an entire cup of coffee. Yes, it was watered down with lots of cream and assisted by consuming one of Ted’s “as big as yo’ head” cinnamon rolls, but I still did it.
- I have a garden. Ok, by that I mean that I have kept two plants alive for almost a month, and I have a photo to prove it. Victory. Yes, the cilantro looks a little rough, but I had just trimmed it to make some quinoa. This might not seem like an accomplishment to many people, but I don’t grow things. I destroy. James’ family, on the other hand, has a garden that makes you feel like a better person just by walking by it. He has subtly hinted that it will be great when we can grow our own veggies someday (!?) so I am starting small.
- I reupholstered a chair, based solely off of years spent watching Trading Spaces. Technically, I still haven’t done the back, but I am counting it anyway. I am sure that the more DIY inclined among you would be appalled with my technique of arbitrarily stapling the fabric to the chair as tightly as possible, but whatever. I do what I can.
- We bought a KitchenAid Mixer, buttercup yellow of course, courtesy of the never-ending gift cards that come with marriage. My friend Stephen asked what was so great about a KitchenAid the other day and my honest answer: “It’s a culinary status symbol.” Married people get them, and then they join that special club of people who can make those recipes that you can’t possibly do with a mere two hands. It also means that we can now use our awesome ice cream maker attachment (thank you Jaimi and Tricia!). Yes, I realize it is almost winter. Don’t care. If you come to our home in the next 6 months, you will be eating ice cream.