I’ll admit, I have a thing for blondes. It started with Starbucks blonde roast coffee. I purchase a drink from Starbucks once in a blue moon because a) I dislike the drain it puts on my cash flow and b) I am convinced they spike their drinks with something that makes me think about them. Every time I drink one, I can’t wait to get another. I have no choice but to stay away because avoidance is my only form of willpower.
I like a nice pint of beer as much as I like a good cup of coffee, and another blonde stole my heart on a recent visit to Heist Brewery. I was oh so disappointed that the Raspberry Porter listed on the menu had been replaced by the Blueberry Blonde, but I tried it anyway. Now I can’t stop thinking about it.
Unlike other blueberry-infused beers I have tried, this one was light and refreshing instead of heavy and sweet. I also really liked Heist’s peach hefeweizen and their IPA mixed with root beer schnapps and cream soda. Fortunately, Heist also serves delicious food so you can enjoy all of those drinks and still walk out of there with your wits about you.
Speaking of blondes, my sister (she’s the creative force behind From Head to Bows) claims she had a blonde moment when she posted the above offer on her Facebook page. I, being the perhaps slightly uptight perfectionist, notified her as soon as I saw it. And this conversation is just one reason why I love and appreciate my only sibling:
When I react with 100 percent seriousness, she reacts by finding the light side in things. Her responses provide a perspective I sometimes forget I need. Not to mention they are highly entertaining. Sometimes she even sends me jokes:
Speaking of owls, I have had a thing for them lately too. Fortunately there are no blonde owls or who knows what I would do. My late grandmother collected owls long before they were cool, and though I never really liked those dull brown owls she had when I was growing up, now I am completely smitten.
I do not understand my rather sudden liking for owls, but I think it is here to stay. I found my white owl cake plate at West Elm, and I have my eye on their owl measuring cups. I’ve even started an owl board for desserts and assorted tchotchkes over on Pinterest. There is not much on it yet, so if you have owl ideas, I would love to hear about them.
While sitting at a traffic light a few weeks ago, I saw a bumper sticker that told me to “Love People. Cook them tasty food.” Cursory research reveals the people at Penzeys Spices are behind this nice thought.
I do not particularly like bumper stickers on my own vehicle. The only one I ever had graced my bumper before the 2008 election and proclaimed “Anyone but Hillary!” I had/have no major qualms with Hillary; I just stuck it on there because I thought it was funny. And I thought/think it is weird for a country founded by people who wanted to stay out from under the rule of one family monarchy to (again) elect a President from the same family.
This bumper sticker, suggesting we can show our love for one another by cooking tasty food and sharing it, is much less polarizing than political views. It brought a smile to my face. I hope it leaves one on yours as well. Have a great weekend!