Cherry

Made a pan of brownies Sunday night. We conveniently had a new tub of Extreme Moose Tracks in the freezer too. Once I realized I also had a pint of heavy whipping cream there was no turning back from a full-on sundae. I spent a solid minute staring at the jar of maraschinos I keep on hand for Shirley Temples. In my bowl, two pipin' hot brownies, two scoops of quality frozen dairy product, topped with fresh cream. "Put the cherry on top," I told myself. I didn't feel like eating a cherry though. "Just throw it away later if you don't want to eat it. Complete it," I told myself. But why waste something, anything, just to be "right"? And "right" is clearly far too strong a word. Best? Not even. I wasn't even planning on taking a photo. Should we be picture perfect for no reason? Is a picture reason to be perfect in the first place? Ate the sundae plain. Putting a cherry in my seltzer tonight though.

Chips Ahoy!

We eat so much at home and we hate our plates. They're ugly. They're heavy and have loud fruit patterns on the edges. They make every meal look off-kilter, manic. They were appreciated when we moved into our Chicago apartment with nothing. They were free, leftover from my grandmother. They served their purpose. The other morning, I went on Craigslist to find a new set. I found this ADORABLE little collection of creepy plates. Dessert plates with teeth and rats on them. I sent it to Puhg. He agreed they were cute but way too small. I mean, they are. And my grandmother's dessert plates are a different story. We love those. He said, "You could fit, like, ONE Chips Ahoy on there." His distain made me laugh. I laughed and laughed. Why was that so funny? Specific I guess. We don't even eat Chips Ahoy. We're a dough tub household with Girl Scout cookies rising.

I closed my phone. I went to the kitchen for a glass of water before my run. Puhg went onto the balcony to lift weights. Then he started knocking on the glass. He motioned "Come. Look!" I went outside to see right in front of our building a GIANT Chips Ahoy truck. Isn't that weird, he asked. I nodded. Then I laughed again. Like what even is all this. We had never seen such a truck before, will likely never see it again.