Friday Orts and a Blurb

It's time for Friday Orts and a Blurb! Again! And we begin with the final remnant of the Four Friends Weekend.

We were getting ready to light a patio candle to up the mellow of an already mellow setting, but then D discovered that someone had flown too near the flame and waxed himself. I believe this bug is of the "Icarus" species.

We did not light the candle because a) there is a parable somewhere in there waiting to be unpacked, and b) we didn't have any matches.

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Lest you think Husband really is a spoilsport, I need to follow up with the report that he returned to the site of the free bowling balls and was going to bring them home to allow me to not finish another craft project. Alas, the garage sale remnants had been packed off to Goodwill, which probably was the best outcome for everyone.

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There are times when I think God gave me short stubby thumbs for a good reason: I am the world's worst texter, and I rarely share anything on Facebook unless I'm on an actual computer because it's too haaaaaard with my Vienna sausage-like thumbs. This week, though, I was on the exercise bike checking Facebook when I saw a link to the Huffington Post opinion piece on "Why Generation Y Yuppies Are Unhappy."

"Yeah, there's a lot in that article that makes sense to me," my overheated brain thought, and I hit the button to share the piece with my friends.

Well. While I stand by my contention that Generation Y is displaying a lot of employment shock and feelings of thwarted entitlement that have been underscored by many, many participation trophies, my Boys (understandably) pointed out that the majority of their generation have worked very, very hard but also inherited a disastrous economy that MY generation can take credit for creating.

I stand chastened, and next time will listen to my thumbs.

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Source

And finally my weekly (stubby) thumbs-up-or-down.

You may or may not be familiar with this product, but if you are not, you should be. I first encountered Sazón Goya in Costa Rica, where Mama Chena basically threw it into whatever she was cooking. When I saw it again years later I bought several packages of it (although not the full case WalMart recommended when I stole this image from them). One internet description says "Inside this box you'll find what good cooks have always dreamed of, an absolutely foolproof way to make everything taste not just good, or even great, but sensational - every time." 

That might be hyperbole (ya think?) but last night I made a gravy out of leftover chicken, onions, peppers, mushrooms, the usual stuff you throw into a gravy made of leftovers. I also threw in a packet of Sazón Goya, and people, that gravy served over fresh cornbread was yummy, yummy.

Definitely a thumbs up. Maybe I should add some to the next batch of cookies?