rantings & ramblings
It’s National Taco Day! 🌮 Whether you like them crunchy or soft, filled with beef, chicken, veggies, or seafood, tacos are the perfect way to celebrate. Add some salsa, guac, and cheese, and you’ve got joy in every bite! How are you enjoying your tacos today? I think I’ll make plate tacos . . .
It’s coffee day, and while I’ve cut my intake from two pots to two cups (usually) I still enjoy it immensely. I usually have Death Wish coffee on Mondays and Thursdays (days I typically need an extra boost) and Cafe Bustelo the rest of the week – both with the equivalent of two cream, two sugar.
It’s also goose day, so head on down to the river with some instant brew and cast it upon the waters for our feathered friends. On second thought, maybe that’s how we get geese with knives?
Since 2019, September 23rd is Za’atar Day. Za’atar is a blend used in Middle East cuisine containing herbs like thyme, oregano, & marjoram along with other spices including sesame, sumac, & cumin or coriander. Za’atar also happens to be the name of my Paladin’s camel mount in our legacy D&D game!
Today is Gratitude Day. What are you grateful for? I’ll start with three Ps:
Pizza
Pusheen
Pratchett, Terry
It’s bakery day and I’m fondly thinking of Day’s Bakery, the local bakery in my hometown: the donuts and the sugar cookies with thick, colored frosting and candy eyes and the autumn smells of gingerbread and Lebkuchen – oh the Lebkuchen, how I miss it. Time now means the bakery is but a memory . . .
Image: exterior of Day’s Bakery in Honesdale, PA. A white-sided building with a bay window displaying baked goods. An American flag, and a neon “open” sign. An overhang from which hangs a blue-and-white store sign reading “DAY’S BAKERY” and several lights are visible over the concrete steps and white door, which is in turn surrounded by a bluish decorative woodwork. A chalkboard-like sign displaying the store hours is the the left of the door.
Arrr, it be Butterscotch Puddin’ Day, ye scallywags! Smooth as the sea after a storm and sweet as buried treasure; grab yer spoon, hoist the bowl, and dive into golden, creamy goodness deep as Davy Jones’ Locker. Even a pirate knows nothin’ hits the spot like a rich puddin’ o’ butterscotch!
(it’s also talk like a pirate day!)
Running In My Head 