Today I wore my favorite comfort outfit to work-- black t-shirt and overalls. I ran into a friend who asked if I was heading to the ranch today. Nope. Just at work shoveling shit. Glad he understands me.
Reading the Pioneer Woman makes me feel like there are stories to be told surrounding meals. This past weekend I had my family in for Easter. I think I had the makings of new traditions. For Good Friday I made cheese fondue, Thai chicken skewers, salad, and chocolate covered strawberries. Makes me think about having a family from Chicago and living spread over several states. We're not particularly ethnic. We've all been to other countries and eat liberally from other traditions. Good reason to have Thai and Swiss together. A lot of friends say My Big Fat Greek Wedding reminds them of their families. It reminds me of my family too, and we're the Millers.
Easter was church set-up team friends, breakfast burritos, and chocolate crepes. French and Mexican. Rugged and sophisticated. My church is a bit artistic and crazy for my family, but I thought they were among the prettiest people there with their nice suits and city affectations. How did I end up among this tidy, successful bunch? How did I end wearing overalls to work today?
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