tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319454352626199680.post9213000829511980166..comments2024-03-25T13:17:56.636-06:00Comments on A Chicken in the Window Well: An Unrefined Palate, Traditions, and TreesNancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03045958241240870948noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319454352626199680.post-60159216482242056992015-12-05T00:55:11.095-07:002015-12-05T00:55:11.095-07:00Oh man! This makes me want to have a real tree. An...Oh man! This makes me want to have a real tree. And to live next door to each other. Miss you. Love you.Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06513544474248182890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319454352626199680.post-63407578290722133572015-12-03T15:04:54.791-07:002015-12-03T15:04:54.791-07:00Hahaha! Poor salted caramel. No, no, I'm not o...Hahaha! Poor salted caramel. No, no, I'm not offended, only afraid that you think I'm being pretentious when I DO like it…haha. My mom is the same, she politely declines our salty chocolate chip cookies and so forth. I don't mind. In fact…in a sort of reverse snobbery…when there's something that has become the popular thing (like salted caramel, or those one cookies…macarons?), my first reaction is that I DON'T want to like it, because it's trendy. So believe me, if I could get myself NOT to prefer salted caramel…I would. <br /><br />Not that I would decline unsalted caramel…not at all. I love it too. In case you are thinking of making me some. Which no doubt you are, and it's very kind of you.<br /><br />And I'm glad to be reminded of your "magic in bits all through the normal stuff" post. I loved that and vowed to try to see it more often, but I had forgotten about it till now. So, so true. It's good to remember during family vacations, or outings, or anytime when I want so much to have a good time and make good memories--and then so many little irritations and tears and arguments threaten to "ruin everything" (I think)---but I'm trying NOT to think that. The kids will mostly remember things in the way we talk about them, anyway. If we say, "ah, last Christmas Eve, it was all so cozy, and we used the nice dishes, and remember we played games…"--never mind the broken plate and the seven year old sent to bed early for hitting the game-winner on the head with the nativity stable---it's a good memory. I've learned that. But keep forgetting it all the same.Marilynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17085334272613025173noreply@blogger.com