tuesday was my birthday. and this was my celebratory, birthday smoothie, “strawberry ginger,” very perky. on the right, is my chenille bathrobe from my mother-in-law. she took me to dillard’s to pick it out. the sales lady was very protective of it however, “now now, leave that one alone, it is much to old for you.” au contraire, it’s just right.
and this is me opening my new, pink, old-navy jammies from my sister-in-law (“gideon and jehu opening,” i mean).
and what do you know, even more pinkness. my ice cube fast is over (i’ve been holding out for these for two years now). what a good husband. and on my fridge is my super cool, hologram, birthday card from my aunt dawny bugs. she sent me money, honey, and now i am going to buy mixing bowls (and maybe something else exciting, like a can opener).
hubby also got me pink knives ( so i would stop sending his henckel’s through the dishwasher). and dearest, aunt megan got me more salt (it’s the little jars on the bottom right). mmm.
which leads me on a salt tangent (i am still trying to win you over). this is my “australian flake salt.” it is delicious, and yes, i do eat it straight. and it’s so funny to read the backs of the jars, “this salt delivers a subtle, fleeting crunch that adds a wonderful dimension to any dish.” it makes you just want to lick it.
i think they were pushing it a little with the “trapani sea salt” though, “harvested from the sicilian sea, this excellent quality salt is farmed using a natural process that is hundreds of years old. ancient windmills power the stone wheels that grind the salt dried from the sicilian sun…” well, it is still yummy, even if a little dramatic.
and this is “celtic sea salt”. it says it “retains the ocean’s true essence.” i’m just not sure that’s a good thing.
and here is “dead sea salt,” for anyone who ever needs any convincing that salt tastes. the name says it all, baby.
lastly, my himalayan salt from christmas. it’s become my standby. i just don’t know if i’ll be able to afford to revamp when i run out. and by then, i’ll be quite addicted. it’s a cruel, delicious world.
…in which my husband did prove that he loved me, by taking me to sushi and (according to him) a “foods that should not be eaten tour” of the co-op. my, not so subtle, taste buds seem to demand all kinds of nasty. favorite things on my list are stinky cheeses, marinated olives, black licorice, lime desserts, pickled ginger and cow licks.
and the cheese was stinky, mind you. i checked both the kids’ butts when we got home and out of the car. clean as a whistle… it must have been a pretty “aged goat,” to smell like that.