I was eager to claim my steps yesterday. I’m avoiding them today. I blame allergies. Or the melancholy that sometimes finds me. Or yarn. Regardless, I gave in and divided my time between the couch and the kitchen. I’m playing with a new pattern (I’m keeping it under wraps until I master it) and I had to rip out all yesterday’s stitches. It’s happened to all stitchers, but it sucks. Not ready to dive back in, I retreated to the kitchen (ok, small condo, it’s basically the same space) to mix up a batch of what my mom called northern lights tea. It’s known by many names and was long ago popular as “a jar from my kitchen” gift (think bunco ladies bringing a hostess gift.) Growing up, Tang had permanent residence at our house and I’m not even going to pretend wet (ok, licked) fingers weren’t dipped right into the jar of orange sugar and then you know, licked off. Repeatedly. I’m sure my sisters also did this. Well, I’m going to tell myself that’s the case. I enjoyed a cup of this warm elixir while smashing bananas and mixing with almond flour, maple syrup, eggs and cinnamon. Banana bread cookies have become our favorite treat and I’ve been waiting for the bananas to be ready. I looped and pulled yarn while the cookies filled the condo with chocolaty baking scents. Then I heard this voice in my head reminding me of a forgotten promise of my chex mix. Savory scents have mingled with chocolate. I kind of like it. Apple music has provided the perfect soundtrack for the day of not doing much of anything terribly important and feeling pretty ok about it.
Doses of Yellow Bowl Love 
(& stitches) for the win!
