Yesterday was a really good day.
You know what I got? Do ya, do ya, do ya?
TWO letters. I got TWO REAL LETTERS in the mail! Can you believe it?! Not just ONE REAL LETTER. TWO REAL LETTERS! I literally bounded out of the post office with my two real letters in hand. I thought about bursting into song.
I’m walkin’ on sunshine…
But I didn’t. I just beelined it for my car instead. I drove home, ran inside, got comfortable on the couch and tore into what turned out to be two very delicious real letters. The first was from my bestie without, well… she knows….
First of all, can I just tell you how good it makes me feel that she saves newspaper clippings for me?
Second of all, can I just tell you how good those clippings make me feel because they are riotous? I mean, a woman whacking a 200 pound bear with a zucchini?! Heaven help me! It does NOT get better than that. Zucchinis have always served as a sort of weapon, driving away friends who refuse to accept any more from your over-abundant plant… but THIS? THIS?! This takes it to a new level. Everyone? Plant zucchini… your life just might depend on it.
My second letter rode tandem to (with? I’m not really sure what the right word is here…) a cookbook the likes of which I’ve never, ever seen and which I poured over for about two solid hours (during which I neglected to find a babysitter for our trip today, so the kids are coming along).
The letter is hiding the title of the cookbook. I did that on purpose. I wanted to riddle you suspense. Check it:
Contained in this precious gem are at least TWO recipes for beef tongue (to say nothing of the pork tongue recipes) and three recipes for rabbit meat. To answer your questions, yes I’ve eaten cow tongue. Yes, I liked it. No, I didn’t make it. Yes, I’m going to this summer. Yes, you can come over. Yes, it will SHMECK all to HECK.
In natural consequence of receiving two absolutely amazing pieces of sunshine in my unsuspecting mailbox, I’ll have you all know that I’m putting stationery on my list today.
Thanks be to the men and women of snail mail.
Thanks be to my great friends, who’s (whose? I really need help here…) letters arrived right when they were most needed.
Thanks be to the Mennonites.
Thanks be to the great feeling that comes with realness… real letters, real friends, real food, real stories of survival.
And to top it all off, my sister paid me a visit. I’m wishing today “good luck” in trying to measure up.
Yay! I’m glad you got it! And I really need to take a look at that cookbook! :)