For that matter, when did I become Granola?!
My kid sister and I were chatting the other day and she mentioned that she was Chewy Granola while I was Crunchy Granola. It was a comment that gave me pause.
I paused. I thought. I wondered.
How and when the heck did I turn out so Crunchy? Isn't being crunchy for other folks? Folks with dreads in their hair, tie-dye t-shirts, sarongs and Birkenstocks? What happened to the girl from The City? The one with her dad's old leather jacket? Who walked with a swaggering don't-mess-with-me bounce?*
Kicked to the curb, I guess.
Now I'm Suburbia.
Dare I say it...?
I bloody well made yogurt the other day! (Well, OK, Eric made it, but I started the whole thing by pointing out how Julie, Melinda and Amy said it was easy and I sterilized the equipment. I would have done it, but there were twins to be wrangled.) I've used a crock pot! I bake! I garden extensively! I'm cloth diapering the twins! I made my own napkins!** I wear Teva sandals and find them comfortable!
Holy crap! I'm a homesteader! (Not like the Pioneer Woman, of course. She actually is a homesteader. With cattle and everything!)
Next thing you know I'll be talking about canning with glee!
See, first it's all about being Green and environmentally conscious. Oh yeaaaaah. They suck you in with the whole "Let's save the Earth!" schtick. Then there was the composting and gardening fever, which I inherited from my folks (I blame my mother.). Next thing I knew, I was tripping down the foodie path tra-la-la-laing which led to lots of home cooking which inevitably led to Dances with Bacteria. I'm thinking about making mozzarella for crying out loud! For homemade pizza (Tomatoes, fresh basil and mozzarella with a drizzle of olive oil, sea salt and pepper. Imagine how yummy that will be!) and caprese salads.
And I...I...I think it will be fun!
Stop me! Stop me before I raise some chickens or something!
* Yet who somehow never had a New York accent and actually hated growing up in the city. I'm a conundrum!
** No quilting or knitting, though. Those people are just crazy! Just kidding, Ellen! Just kidding, Val! I'm just not talented that way.