MeXscape

I woke up from an afternoon nap the other day with a craving for something sweet. For some reason whenever I nap, I usually wake up with a sweet craving. I wish I knew why that was. It seems so strange. Whatever the reason, it was there, and this one was stronger than most. I lay in bed and pondered my options, trying to put a point on my desire. Peanut butter cookies? Toffee? Fudge? No, none of these were quite right. Then it hit me: chocolate pudding.

It was so hot for so long this summer. Not just normal heat, but a my-eyeballs-are-sweating-and-I-am-losing-fluids-so-quickly-I-may-just-completely-evaporate kind of heat. We woke up in the morning with so much rime on the sheets it looked like chalk outlines at a murder scene. Going to the beach was so much work, requiring major preparation and a Hydration Plan, that we just didn't bother most Sundays. We instead opted to sit in the air conditioning and have Movie Day.

I am one of those people who others really like or really don't. There aren't many in the world who are luke warm toward me. And those that do like me, tend to like me in spite of my quirks, not because of them. So I am continually astounded and desperately grateful that I have this exquisite man who loves every peculiarity, every annoyance, every mildly alarming indication of a psychotic break.

Hurricane Rick had everyone in a panic when the news hit that the category 5 storm was the second strongest hurricane ever recorded in the East Pacific – and was headed for Mazatlán. But, the Virgin of the Port continued her vigil, and Rick was only a tropical storm with maximum sustained winds of 55 mph when it made landfall here – a kitten of a storm as far as these things go. Yeah, there was some damage, but nothing compared to the first storm of the season, and that storm didn't even qualify for a name.

I realized as I was finishing up the Chicken Fried Steak post that I should probably include a recipe for cream gravy as well, and I almost added it then. But as I started to think a little bit more about it, I decided that cream gravy deserved to stand on its own. Plus the CFS post had already gotten pretty long. I never knew I had so much to say about Chicken Fried Steak.