I remember the day I tried oat milk for the first time. I was at Timshel Cafe, a quaint “eclectic urban coffee shop” (their words, not mine) situated in downtown Neenah.
I had ordered a soy latte, when the barista informed me they did not have soy milk. And would I care for for almond, coconut, or oat milk instead?
Talk about rocking my little world.
Almond milk is for cooking and baking.
Coconut milk is for…uhm…I’m not really sure. I mean canned coconut is lovely in all things curry, but I’ve never been a fan of the ‘other kind’ of coconut milk.
(And for the record, cashew milk is for pouring on cereal.)
So oat milk it was.
I’d love to say it was love at first sip, but it wasn’t. Not a good mouth feel. Kinda thick and oaty.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago, when my oldest was visiting. She asked if I ever had a latte made with oat milk.
Why, yes I have, Kristin. Yes, I have.
And I didn’t care for it one little bit.
She begged to differ…thought I needed to give it a second chance.
Then a ‘funny thing’ happened.
The hubby and I were at the grocery store AND THEY WERE ALL OUT OF SOY MILK.
Couldn’t help but notice the oat milk staring at me.
Just daring me to buy it.
The rest is history.
Social Media Usage
Every so often, one of my favorite people will say they are ‘taking a break’ from social media.
And I’m yelling at them through my screen, “NO!!…Don’t go! I need you.”
Because you know what? Some people are really good at social media.
They keep it real.
I appreciate them sharing their life with me.
(And I really appreciate my funny, sarcastic friends.)
I love following inspirational sites, because who doesn’t need words of encouragement?
A few weeks ago, I thinned out who I followed across all of my social media sites.
Facebook stayed the same, as my ‘friends’ are actually friends. I’ll put up with the occasional annoying post they may make because I know them. (I’m not talking about you of course.)
Instagram took a little more of a hit. My interests change. For the most part, I know the people I follow or have interacted with them in a way that makes me feel I know them, or I have followed them for so long I feel I know them.
Aaaaannnndddd then there is Twitter. Honestly, I am more of a follower than anything else. (Probably a good thing. I have gotten in trouble for much less than 280 characters.)
I thought I loved Twitter. I thought I was using it wisely. It was my source of news for the day.
But Twitter makes me crabby (I know, I know…hard to believe). And it’s not just in the original tweet. It’s often in the comments. People can be so mean. And ill informed.
So I purged big time.
A house full of readers! (They take after their mama!)
I’ve always been a reader.
I remember tearing through The Bobbsey Twin books when I was in early elementary school. From there, I read anything and everything by Judy Blume and Lois Duncan.
In high school my choice of books took a dark turn.
You know…The Flowers in the Attic series. And anything by Stephen King.
Now, I eagerly and not so patiently await the latest releases from David Baldacci, John Grisham, James Patterson and John Sandford.
My son, Logan, is always sharing new books with me. Thanks to him, I have branched out a bit and tried new authors and genres.
He is my inspiration. Many years ago, he began setting a yearly goal of reading 100 books. This year, I intend to do the same.
Want to know what makes this goal doable? The fact I am replacing social media surfing with reading books.
I’ve even created a
reading log spreadsheet to help me keep track of and provide insight into the books I have chosen.
So far this year, I have read…
And The Headmaster by John McPhee (too shy for photo).
I highly recommend all of them.
Here’s to hoping this makes me a
better more well rounded person.
Loving this version of Dominoes!
A few months ago, a good friend introduced us to this version called Mexican Train. It was so much fun, we went out and bought a set of Dominoes to replace the two sets we gave to Goodwill when we moved last year.
And we have now
forced shared our love of the game with everyone we came in contact with over the holidays.
Invested in this little baby after our son treated us to his ‘homemade’ sparkling water last summer.
Kinda blew our minds. (We lead rather sheltered lives.)
Add a squeeze of citrus, and BAM! You’ve got yourself a drink worthy of drinking.
Plus, it looks fancy.
When I was growing up, soda was reserved for special occasions. I fondly remember the cute little bottles of Ting soda with flavors like white lightning and sour power.
I did drink Diet Coke back in the late 80’s.
But certainly not because of the taste.
The hubby’s drug of choice has always been a Throwback Mountain Dew. But, since he’s older and oh-so-much-wiser (you know…aware of how much sugar it has), he saves it for special occasions. And when he does indulge, it’s never quite as good as he remembered.
So how about you?
What are some of your favorite finds for the new year?