They're Not Zoologists

Mom: This morning there was a giant slug outside the back door.
Me: Well, that's gross.
Mom: It had legs.
Me: Yeah, that doesn't sound like a slug.
Mom: It was very strange. So I told your father he needed to get rid of it before he went to work. So I handed him a paper towel and he said "I'm not picking that thing up with a paper towel."
Me: Seems fair. I wouldn't pick up a slug with legs with a paper towel.
Mom: Turns out, it was a bat.
Me: ...

A Story

On Sunday afternoon I flew home from a weekend with family on a lake in Alabama. It would take about 47 pages of blogging to explain all the reasons I felt crazy stressed by the time I boarded that flight, but I did. And all I wanted to do was sit in silence with my thoughts for the hour and fourteen minute flight.

Then a guy sat down next to me. “This isn’t my seat. I’m supposed to sit over there, but someone else is in my seat.” I nodded. I liked his voice. You know how you can hear kindness in someone’s voice? I think I’m probably a terrible judge of character in general. But I get voices.

He began talking almost immediately. “I’m a therapist so I ask a lot of questions. Just tell me if you want me to stop.” “I’m a journalist so I’ve been told I ask a lot of questions too. We should be good.” I’ve also been told I ask questions to deflect the subject from anything actually personal about me. But I figured I’d let the therapist figure that out on his own.

We talked for an hour and fourteen minutes. Sixteen if you count the deplaning. I literally poured out my worries and concerns as if this was a legitimate therapy session. It obviously wasn’t. We also talked about him. And as the plane was landing he was like “So you’re pretty shady.” I laughed, “I hope you don’t say that to your patients.”

Actually though, therapists should probably say stuff like that. I mean, it’s got to be tempting. Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about stuff like fate and timing and random circumstances. I don’t exactly know where he fell in that spectrum, but I do know that I’m really glad someone took his seat.

It’s a little overdue with the 4th, but a friend showed this dachshund with a firecracker video to me and well, I’m incapable of not sharing dachshund videos.

Recently, a friend posted a photo on Instagram of a Fresh Peach & Mint Old Fashioned. Obviously, I demanded the recipe. I made it last night for some friends and it’s just crazy good—especially with peaches in season. (And, as you can see, doesn’t look too shabby either.) Here’s the recipe as I made it:
Muddle half a fresh peach with a few fresh mint sprigs and a few dashes of Angostura bitters in the bottom of a cocktail shaker. Add 2.5 oz Bulleit Bourbon and 1 oz mint infused simple syrup. Add ice and shake vigorously until totally mixed. Strain into glass with ice and add a splash of Fever Tree Ginger Ale, stir. Garnish with a slice of fresh peach and mint.

Recently, a friend posted a photo on Instagram of a Fresh Peach & Mint Old Fashioned. Obviously, I demanded the recipe. I made it last night for some friends and it’s just crazy good—especially with peaches in season. (And, as you can see, doesn’t look too shabby either.) Here’s the recipe as I made it:

Muddle half a fresh peach with a few fresh mint sprigs and a few dashes of Angostura bitters in the bottom of a cocktail shaker. Add 2.5 oz Bulleit Bourbon and 1 oz mint infused simple syrup. Add ice and shake vigorously until totally mixed. Strain into glass with ice and add a splash of Fever Tree Ginger Ale, stir. Garnish with a slice of fresh peach and mint.

This weekend we celebrated my mom’s birthday. She had no idea we had plans to all be there for the weekend. My dad arranged flights and schedules months ago and on Friday night I picked my brother and his wife up at the airport and surprised her at dinner.

While this may all sound very charming now, I have been taking some serious hits from this plan for months. My schedule had to be the excuse for why we weren’t doing dinner on her actual birthday last week and why we were eating so late on Friday. So my mom would get frustrated with me and my dad, rather than defending me, would be like “Yeah, Sarah, why is it always about your schedule and deadlines? It’s always about what works for Sarah,” all the while smirking over my mom’s shoulder. And I would glare at him and then quietly threaten to punch him when my mom wasn’t looking.

So technically, the weekend was celebrating her. But for me it was also about celebrating the return to my good name. Which had been seriously smeared in this process.

One of the things I tell people these days is that there is no perfect fit when you’re looking for the next big thing to do. You have to take opportunities and make an opportunity fit for you, rather than the other way around. The ability to learn is the most important quality a leader can have.
- Padmasree Warrior (via vindikateor)
So the professional photos from this dinner a few weeks ago came back today. And it reminded me that I wanted to share the recipe for this cocktail I created. Because it’s now one of my favorites:
1 jigger Cardinal Gin
1 jigger fresh strawberry simple syrup (recipe below)
2 jiggers fresh agave sour mix (recipe below)
1 dash Lavender bitters
Sprig of mint garnish
Strawberry simple syrup: cut off stems of 2 lbs of fresh strawberries and cut into quarters. Boil them in 4 cups of water. Let simmer for about 20 minutes. Strain the liquid and put in fresh pot. Add two cups of sugar and bring to a boil, dissolving sugar and frequently stirring. Cool and refrigerate. The syrup lasts for several weeks.
Sour mix: Mix one cup of agave nectar with 1/3 cup of fresh lime juice and 1/3 cup fresh lemon juice. Shake until combined. Refrigerate.

So the professional photos from this dinner a few weeks ago came back today. And it reminded me that I wanted to share the recipe for this cocktail I created. Because it’s now one of my favorites:

1 jigger Cardinal Gin

1 jigger fresh strawberry simple syrup (recipe below)

2 jiggers fresh agave sour mix (recipe below)

1 dash Lavender bitters

Sprig of mint garnish

Strawberry simple syrup: cut off stems of 2 lbs of fresh strawberries and cut into quarters. Boil them in 4 cups of water. Let simmer for about 20 minutes. Strain the liquid and put in fresh pot. Add two cups of sugar and bring to a boil, dissolving sugar and frequently stirring. Cool and refrigerate. The syrup lasts for several weeks.

Sour mix: Mix one cup of agave nectar with 1/3 cup of fresh lime juice and 1/3 cup fresh lemon juice. Shake until combined. Refrigerate.

I need this wild life, this freedom.
- Zane Grey
The weekend is so close I can taste it.

The weekend is so close I can taste it.

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Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in.
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I’m finally reading Americanah right now and wow this woman is just crazy smart. And she’s 36. Seriously. 36.

Oh, and because I can’t stop with TED lately, here’s her 2009 talk, which is pretty awesome: The danger of a single story.

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