5. My Skillet
Cast iron. Seasoned closer to perfection with each use. Discovered while watching Unwrapped. I’m talking about Lodge’s skillet, which I received for a Christmas two years back. Ever since that day, I have used it to cook almost everything I’ve made. From veggies, to tofu, to burgers, to various forms of Nelly Frittatas, and it has proven adept at all that it was challenged to cook. So what’s next for me and my skillet? A cake. Will it work? Yes. Will it taste amazing? Of course. Why? Because my skillet is magical.
4. Smarties Mega Lollies
These things are ridiculous. They are so “mega” that they are almost impossible to eat. But you try and you enjoy that trying. Because they’re worth it.
Don’t trust them at all, but I admire them and find them both entertaining and somewhat frightening. Yes, they have beady eyes that seem to pierce your soul when you come upon one staring at you from a tree. And yes, they are quite indecisive when crossing or not crossing a street. And there was that one time that one of them made a nest in my car and bit through a wire that ended up leaving me stranded at a doctor’s office. But with all that being said, I am thankful for them. It’s safer that way. Because they are vindictive little creatures.
2. My moment of passion with a carnival worker
It was our family’s first time at the Mt. Horeb Summer Frolic, and Chloe had won an inflatable Dora the Explorer doll. When we got home that night, Chloe, age five, begged to sleep with Dora. We let her.
In the middle of the night, I was awakened by Chloe crying. I say “I” because Maggie, sleeping the sleep of the dead, was undisturbed. I got out of bed, thinking that Chloe had fallen out of bed or had a nightmare, but it turned out to be something much worse. Her Dora had deflated. Completely. I told her I would take care of it in the morning, but apparently 5-year-olds can’t be reasoned with in the middle of the night, or ever. I, needing to go back to sleep, agreed to blow it back up.
With the first breath, I realized that I had made a horrible mistake. Because I inhaled . . . cigarette smoke. Yes. A carnival worker, after finishing his cigarette, was the first to blow Dora up. With his mouth. I always thought they had a machine for this. I was mistaken. And because of that mistake, I shared a moment of passion with a stranger. No dinner. No movie. Just his breath. In my mouth. It haunts me to this day. Why I am thankful for it? Because it makes a great and disgusting story.
1. That I accepted a part in Workshop Theatre’s Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? that time so many years ago.
Yes, it was one of the most stressful rehearsal processes ever (second only to when I did Waiting for Godot in college), but if I hadn’t taken the part of Nick, I would never have met Maggie. And if I had never met Maggie, we would have never gotten married because it’s difficult to marry people you’ve never met. And if I would have never married Maggie, then . . . let’s just say that I’m really thankful I took that part. Really, really thankful. :)
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