I committed a delicious murder today. My mother and I took a ride to Top Tomato. I had never been to the supermarket before, but quickly fell in love with the variety of foods available and the affordable prices of everything in the store. We passed the seafood counter and saw live lobsters on sale for 4 for $20. We couldn’t pass up such an amazing deal! The man behind the counter grabbed us four lobsters from the tank. I put the brown bag in my cart and became very excited for dinner.
I am not a fan of having to kill my dinner. I don’t like to think about where my dinner came from before it hits my plate. That’s how I became a vegetarian for a year and a half in college (something I don’t think I could do again). But I realized that someone had to prepare our lobsters for dinner. That someone ended up being me. I cracked open a beer and paced back and forth while waiting for my pot of water to “rapidly boil,” as my father instructed. Finally the time came. I brought my crustacean friends out of the brown bag and put the plastic bag they were in, in the sink. My father said, “Put them in head first. It’ll kill them faster.” The thought of the poor little lobsters boiling to death made me cringe. It’s a horrible way to go! I know that stabbing them in their heads is the humane way to kill them, but I honestly think that would be harder for me to do. Stabbing is killing while boiling is cooking. Yes, there is a difference. One by one, I took the lobsters in my hand, air kissed them on the head, told them “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” and dropped them head first into the pot of scalding hot water. I ran away after throwing the first lobster in. I imagined claws scraping the metal, really nightmarish Freddy Krueger type sounds, coming from the pot. There was silence as the lobster turned bright red (except for the “lobster killer” mocking coming from my mother and my husband) in the boiling water. I dropped in the last three and silently thanked the lobsters for the meal they would be providing for my family and put them in a big bowl to serve once they were ready. I felt I at least owed it to the little guys to apologize and thank them for their sacrifice.
It was a good meal and a good learning experience–one that I might be able to do again–but one that I’m thankful won’t happen very often as Top Tomato isn’t close and lobsters are generally out of my grocery budget.
My Glade Expressions Collection giveaway was due to end this evening, but with entries just coming in I’ve decided to extend the contest a few more days. Giveaway will now end on Wednesday, September 12th. A winner will be announced on Thursday, September 13th.
You would know that I am not good with change. I don’t handle it well, whether it’s good or bad change, but I’m learning to focus on the positive.
You would know that I tend to blow things out of proportion. A lot. My brain needs an off button!
You would know that I am constantly changing my hair. I get bored with it easily so I try something new almost every hair appointment.
You would know that I once had a dream of becoming a fashion designer. I even majored in Fashion for two semesters before realizing that it wasn’t for me. I still appreciate the industry greatly.
You would know that I become a crazy sports fan during hockey season, but don’t care for any other sport any other time of the year.
You would know that one of the most watched programs on my television is the news. I change between two news channels on almost a daily basis. It’s the only reality TV I’ll watch!
You would know that I love cheese, wine and chocolate. I basically belong in France.
You would know that I used to cut school senior year with a friend to go back to her house and cook and watch soap operas.
You would know that I’ve done some stupid things in my life, but have grown to realize that all you need is faith and family to carry you on.
You would know that every single day I am thankful for meeting my husband and am thankful for my parents introducing me to him. My husband has helped make me the woman I am today.
Back in May I started a gratitude journal. My life was changing and I wanted to focus on the positive instead of the negative (the negative always seems easier to focus on, doesn’t it?). The weather was getting warmer and I was spending my evenings on the deck. I would take my gratitude journal with me, take in the summer evenings, watch my soon-to-be-husband work in the yard and write down everything I was thankful for during the day. The last time I wrote in my gratitude journal was the 31st of May, my last day of work. After that, life got much busier. I was focused on planning for our wedding day, our backyard reception the following day and everything else in-between. Summer itself is always a big distraction. I found myself outside more, leaving my poor little journal behind in the drawer of my nightstand.
I did a big cleanup in the bedroom yesterday. So big that my husband popped his head in while I was on the bed sorting out jewelry and asked, “Are you okay in there?” During my clean up, I went through the bottom drawer of my nightstand where my books are kept. I finished reading The Help and picked out Safe Haven to start next. Peeking out from underneath Safe Haven was my gratitude journal. I revisited the pages I had written and smiled to myself. I am very blessed. I want to continue to remind myself of this every day. Every now and then I write my husband a note at night for him to find when he wakes up in the morning, telling him how much I love him (he got a three page note just the other day). But every now and then I need to remind myself of our love, the love of my family and friends and little things that make me appreciate life so much. So starting tonight, I will be writing in my gratitude journal again. It’s such a great little practice to keep. Every day I wake up, put on the news and am faced with disaster and tragedy in the world. It’s a lot to be hit with before even having my first cup of coffee! It’ll be nice to end the day on a happy note; to reflect on the blessings received throughout the day and to let go and release all of the negativity that we tend to carry with us.
It’s September so summer’s basically over for me. It’s been an incredible summer. I got married. I turned another year older. I got a new car. I even managed to check a couple things off on my list of things I wanted to do this summer. While I never got my pedicure, went antiquing or had the chance to make sun tea, I was able to visit the beach more than once (I’m getting one last beach day in tomorrow) and go to a farmer’s market. There’s a new season approaching and a new list to be made.
Go apple picking. This shouldn’t be a hard one to accomplish since I go apple picking every year with my sisters. Last year wasn’t the greatest year to pick apples due to Hurricane Irene so hopefully this year we’ll bring a lot more home!
Pumpkin picking. Again, this shouldn’t be hard since it’s something I do almost every year. There’s nothing better than a cool fall day, hot cider, a hay ride and walking through a field to pick your own pumpkin.
Roast pumpkin seeds. Usually when I get pumpkins for our home, we just set them out on the steps for decoration. This year I might take the time to gut one, clean out the seeds, toss them with some oil and spices and roast them.
Save enough money for a really good pair of boots. I’m talking to you, Vince Camuto. These boots are awesome! They’re tall and have this great studded detail running down the back of them. They will be mine. Oh yes, they will be mine.
Try a new fall recipe. How about Thai Pumpkin Soup or homemade apple butter? I have the time this fall to try new recipe adventures. I can’t wait to utilize some of the season’s produce. I love the warmth and flavors that come from fall foods!
Visit fall festivals and craft shows… There always seems to be some kind of craft show or festival happening in New Jersey in the fall. It’s always nice to walk around and take in the atmosphere, do a little shopping and enjoy the day out.
…and have a fresh cider donut while I’m there. I had my first fresh apple cider donut last year in Lancaster. A couple of Amish women were selling them outside of the farmer’s market. The donut was fresh out of the oil and still warm at first bite. Yum-my!
What’s on your Fall to-do list?