"When I was your age," I will say. As I rock back and forth in my chair. (You know, that chair that all grandparents seem to have that is their chair.) "We had it rough. We didn't have mini airplanes or time travel machines or winter jackets with built in space heaters or any of the other new-fangled gadgets that you kids have today."
"You young'ns. You can't even imagine. I had to walk to school. In the blizzard of 2010. Nope. No snow days when you're training to be a doctor. No siree, Bob. Like the postal service. Rain. Or. Shine."
Speaking of which. I know the postal service says rain or shine. But my mail has been awfully slow lately. And I can't help but think that someone out there is making the executive decision to delay delivery due to inclement weather. Without consulting me. Not to point any fingers or anything. But I ordered three jars of peanut butter from Naturally Nutty. Over a week ago. Yes, that's right. I've been without peanut butter for over. A. Week. (I would buy more. But then I'd have four jars of peanut butter once the other ones got here. And that seems to me like slight overkill. As well as a vaguely dangerous situation.)
And things are just reaching the point. Where they might. Get. Ugly.
So whoever you are. Wherever you are. I would deliver my mail. Immediately.
Or I will find you. And trust me. You don't want that to happen.
I know how to use a scalpel now. Think about it.
Back to the presumptive grandkids. I will fail to mention, of course, that my walk to school was about 500 feet. (Isn't selective memory a great thing?) Or that Cornell hires people to clean off the sidewalks on the medical campus every five minutes. So my only real contact with the snow was that I could see it from my window. Hey, I live on the 12th floor. Those flakes looked pretty big. At least at this height.
And then. After this didactic encounter. To further drive home my point about how you should never really forget your past. I will say, "You kids look hungry. I think we should go eat some of that chocolate bread now."
Because nothing seems so homey and rustic as homemade bread. Or. Quite as timeless.
(However. I would gladly donate money to whoever wants to invent that space-heater-in-a-winter-coat. Like I said. Rustic is nice. But being cold is highly overrated. And I'm kind of over it.)
You can find the recipe for the chocolate espresso bread here. Us HBinFive-ers were supposed to make the chocolate tangerine bars. But I wanted chocolate espresso sandwiches. So I made a loaf and added in some tangerine zest and cranberries to the dough. It was splendid. And this is coming from a non-chocolate lover (I'm a vanilla person, what can I say). So you know it was good. Check out Michelle's blog on the 15th to see how everyone else's loaves turned out!
Honey Cinnamon Cream Cheese
8 oz light cream cheese
2 tbsp honey
1/4 tsp cinnamon
Mix all of the ingredients together. Try not to go at the mixture with a spoon. As if it were ice cream. And eat it all in one sitting. It will be hard. But you will regret it if you do.
Not that I speak from experience or anything.
I am also submitting this to the Monthly Mingle, which is being hosted this month at Life's A Feast. It has also been yeastspotted!