Ramblings, Updates, and Getting My Filipino Husband to Try American Junk Food For the First Time!

Good Morning Everyone!

I’m not exactly sure where this post is going to go, so I ask for your patience today. I had it all planned out in my mind that I wanted to talk about the royal wedding. Did you watch it? I woke up at 4 AM (yes, you read that correctly) to tune into the live stream. Like a billion other people I, too, swooned over Meghan’s amazing veil and dress. I giggled at the adorable flower girls and page boys. I belly laughed at the memes that began popping up all over the place. And of course, I was totally freaking out pointing out celebrities to my passed out husband. But it was the sermon by Bishop Rev. Michael Curry that really had me beaming. Now I’m from the South, so I’ve heard a sermon or two that was exuberant and full of passion and gusto. But seeing the faces of the royals during his sermon was… priceless. Am I right?! πŸ˜‰

Anyway, that wasn’t what I wanted to write about. I just had to share that bit with you. These past few days have had high’s and low’s. I’ve always known that I’m a different sort of person. For as long as I can remember I have always “marched to my own drum”. The thought of being part of a pack, or going with the mainstream flow has never, ever appealed to me. When I was a teenager and girls were begging to wear soffee-shorts, I was thinking about wearing punk rock pants and dyeing my hair pink. (Neither of which I was allowed to do, but hey, a girl can dream).

As I got older (and I dare say a smidgen wiser), I realized that there were bigger decisions that set me apart from others. I didn’t want a mortgage. The thought terrified me. “You want me to have how much debt to the bank??!… No, thank you!!” I would think repeatedly. I found minimalism, and it made me happy. Sure, I struggle like everyone else with that one area of consumerism (ahem, books) that is hard to part with… but, I try to be minimal nonetheless.

I’ll be 34 this year. That’s weird to say. I know I’m not old yet, but I’m not exactly young either. Is this what they call mid-life? When you wake up and finally realize that time is slowly slipping through your fingers? I admit, that in terms of living a “full life”, by many people’s standards, mine is… well… quiet. Simple. Humble. Every time a big decision is coming my way, or I am walking towards a proverbial crossroads I can feel it in my gut. I know that slow-building anticipation. The gnawing in the back of my mind where I have to make a choice, and like ripping off a really bad band-aid it’s now or never so let’s just get to it! I guess what I’m trying to say is, there are times in life when we make decisions and they can seem daunting.

Maybe we want to lose 100 pounds. Or, sail around the world. Maybe we want to build a home from the ground up, or learn a new language. It’s a task that you actually have to work at. You have no idea how to do it with the skills you possess right this instant. If you did, then you would have already completed it by now. But you don’t have the skills. You have to actively seek out people who do. You have to read, take notes, and practice again and again. It can be scary. I recently found a quote and made it my new desktop wallpaper:

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We can sit and be afraid, or…. we can take a step towards the dream. One foot at a time. Tune out the naysayers and the negative thoughts. Believe in yourself. I know, it’s hard to do sometimes. There will be times when you have to be your biggest cheerleader. But keep your eyes on the prize and don’t stop fighting for it, because when you get there… wow… it’ll feel amazing! ❀

And now, let’s talk about food, shall we? πŸ™‚

Last weekend my husband and I were sitting around talking about food. No shocker there πŸ˜‰ . But I was shocked to learn that there were many American junk food items that he had never tasted before! “What?! You’ve never had Kool-aid?” I asked in disbelief. He nodded to me and asked what it tasted like. “Um… it tastes like…. red?” I said slowly. What does Kool-aid taste like? Red… sugar… strawberries… maybe? So I began making a list of all of the things that he hasn’t tried. We hit the grocery and bought several of these classics.

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Seeing his face try a Twinkie was priceless. Even I have to admit… Twinkies are absolutely gross. I’m sorry if you love them, but to me they taste like a dish sponge with artificial cream. The Hostess cupcakes that I used to love as a kid… again… were meh. The chocolate fudge topping made it at least a bit more edible than the Twinkies. Then my husband tried honey-buns. I lived on honey-buns in high school. I know, they are sickeningly fattening, but at 18 I really didn’t care. His eyes bulged at me. “Oh snap, this is really good!” he said chomping. I laughed and agreed with him. It’s sugary. buttery bliss.

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Finally he tried a Hot Pocket. I know! How he managed to go almost 34 years without eating a Hot Pocket is beyond me, but the man had never tasted one so into the microwave it went and he marveled at the little sleeve that held his greasy, pizza-flavored pastry. Meanwhile, I was belting out Jim Gaffigan’s stand-up bit about Hot Pockets complete with the jingle. It was hilarious. If you haven’t heard it, Youtube it, I promise you it’s a riot. So he bit down…. chewed for a bit… looked at me and said… “it’s like Dominoes”. I laughed so hard. Yes, honey, it does taste like crappy, run-of-the-mill pizza. Hence why it’s $1.50 USD per box. πŸ˜‰ All in all it was a great, fun little date and an experience we’ll remember.

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Thank you for reading and listening to my ramblings. Stay tuned for more adventures. Have an awesome day everyone and as always, keep on cooking! ❀

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