I love pansies (and violas—are these violas?). I think that my affection for them dates back to early viewings of the Walt Disney animated Alice in Wonderland. Those singing flowers get me every time. I’m prefacing this post with a pretty image because the next one looks a bit gruesome:
Last night, I couldn’t sleep. Insomnia is so boring. Even the cats were sleeping. So, at 3 am, I decided to try making overnight muselix. Generally, I can’t be bothered to think that far in advance. However, my options were rather limited and I’d already read the latest issue of Real Simple*, which I enjoy but also find infuriating—it always reminds me of how the gift shop at Walden Pond (?!) sells “Simplify” mugs. I can’t think of anything less simple than a mug—doesn’t everyone already own too many of those? My collection includes questionable choices such as a pretty hideous purple mug from the Rainforest Cafe. I’ve tried to get rid of it several times, but I’m a little attached and it’s the perfect size for a latte.
Anyway, I mixed together roughly equal amounts of Greek yogurt and rolled oats, added in some frozen mixed berries, a squirt of agave, and what turned out to be an overly large pinch of salt. After my insomnia fit last night, I finally woke up right before noon and enjoyed a lazy brunch of iced Starbucks via* and a bowl of muselix. It was pretty good—next time, I think I’ll thin it out a bit with some water. I was worried that the frozen berries would make it soupy as they thawed, but they didn’t.
Lately, while unloading the dishwasher, it’s become clear to me that I almost exclusively eat things that go in bowls. I seldom have any plates at all in the dishwasher. That’s kind of weird—but also not, since my standbys are breakfast quinoa, granola with strawberries and yogurt, and bowls of tofu and stuff. Even the pansies are in a bowl. And I think they might be edible, too.
your love of via is one of the few food-related things that we don’t have in common. iced or hot, it is up there on my list of least-favorite drinks.
yeah, I know. It’s an odd thing to seek out; it seems like it should be a back-up rather than a first choice. I can’t explain it.
Dearest Joanna…in response to your “I love pansies”…
When we were young, & the summers were oh, so long… all of us cousins would spend many overnights at your great-grandmother & grandfather Gray’s house. Your mom & I would run out the back door of the snuggery…”a cozy & comfortable place or room”…to see who could get to the hammocks first, & be greeted by rows of pansies lining the stone patio. Of course, it was always first thing in the morning, when it seemed like the world was covered in dew..& the pansies were sparkling with droplets of water! I rather think that these were your great-grandmother’s favorite flower &, to this day, they are mine. They have always had a way of worming themselves into my heart & making me “smile”, taking me to a place that I can never return.
Love always,
Sandy
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