“Once we hit forty, women only have about four taste buds left: one for vodka, one for wine, one for cheese, and one for chocolate.”

My casual morning has made me a bit tardy in writing today. I was up quite late last night and slept in this morning. It was Gracie who decided it was time to get up and out. It was probably a good thing as I have to hit the aisles and grocery shop. I don’t even have the bare essentials: coffee and toilet paper. I finished the last of the coffee this morning and the toilet paper roll looks a bit skimpy.

The Red Sox lost their opener yesterday. They tied it up only to lose in the bottom of the ninth. Oh, the dismay!

My neighbors have returned from Florida so that’s another sign of spring. Today, though, is still in the 40’s which I think is chilly. The sun is shining and the sky is blue but they are merely for effect. They look best from inside the house through the window.

We always had today off from school when I was a kid. We were supposed to go to church in the afternoon during the vigil, but we seldom did. Once I went and brought a book which I hid inside the hymnal and read while I was sitting in the pew. I looked pious with my head down as if deep in prayer. Even when I was working in the public school, it was a day off. One year the school committee decided that because Good Friday was connected to religion it was going to be a school day, but people could take it off for religious reasons. The number of teachers who called in floored me especially as some of them hadn’t seen the inside of a church since their baptisms. We had no substitutesย  and had to have kids in the auditorium for large-scale study halls. That was the one and only time we had school on Good Friday.

We never had a countdown to Easter the way we did to Christmas. We knew our baskets would have candy, a stuffed animal when we were younger, probably a coloring book and crayons, maybe a kite and a few other small toys. We could always count on a chocolate rabbit and jelly beans. The rest was usually a surprise. I saw the best chocolate rabbit for sale in a catalog. It came with extra ears as the ears were always the first to go.

When we were younger, my mother bought inexpensive chocolate as we didn’t know the difference, but when we got older, she shopped at a candy store because we could taste the difference. I still shop at a candy store to make up baskets for my two friends. I buy little treasures to add to the candy and wrap all of them so the baskets are more fun. Today I have to candy shop. That makes going to the grocery store a bit more palatable.

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17 Comments on ““Once we hit forty, women only have about four taste buds left: one for vodka, one for wine, one for cheese, and one for chocolate.””

  1. Hedley Says:

    The Red Sox should feel happy that they tied America’s Team, your Detroit Tigers and then, of course, they were put in their place.

    This afternoon we will paint eggs with The Prince, ready for his egg hunt on Sunday. After eggs we will all watch the Muppet Movie together. Life is good and I am truly blessed.

    • katry Says:

      My DEar Hedley,
      I don’t think a tie and then a loss is any comfort. Just wait!

      I have wonderful memories of dying eggs every Easter with my mother and my sisters and brother. The Prince will, when he is older, cherish this time with you!

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    The title of today’s post reminds me that several of my taste buds are lacking the proper stimulants so I must go shopping. ๐Ÿ™‚ Oh, and I have an extra taste bud; the one for very rare steak.

    I sang in the choir at my church but I always hid a paperback book up the sleeve of my cassock for use during long, dull sermons.

    It’s mostly sunny and cool up here. The wind makes it colder though so I’m not wearing sandals when I grocery shop this afternoon.

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I am a hamburger fan. I seldom make them at home and have them often when I go out to the pub or the bar where we play trivia. Onion rings give my taste buds a whirl.

      I used to try and hide a book at mass, but I often got caught.

      It stayed sunny and really cool here all day. I went out to do some errands, and the car was hot from the sun. That was the only warmth from the day.

  3. olof1 Says:

    We’re having a blizzard here right now. Four inches of snow has already fallen and it still continues. I do hope this garbage will melt down quickly even if I have to admit that the dogs are much cleaner after a walk than if it had rained ๐Ÿ™‚

    We never got a basket at easter eve, just our candy stuffed easter eggs. So no place for anything else in those ๐Ÿ™‚
    We have very few candy stores here, just in the biggest cities. But all stores, even the small one in Gudhem, has high quality chocolate. But I ate all my candy on my way home yesterday so I’ll be without tomorrow. That’s life when one doesn’t have any character ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

    Have a great day!
    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      No blizzard should arrive on Easter. It is the start of a new seaon. I think I told you snow this time of year is poor man’s fertilizer.

      A basket is the tradition here. Each usually has a chocolate rabbit and a variety of other candy like chocolate and malted milk eggs.

      Enjoy the evening!

  4. Zoey & Me Says:

    My daughter is flying down with grandson JuneyBug so we can see him the week after Easter. She couldn’t get booked in time but it was a quick decision because she accepted a job offer and starts on the 23rd. So we are planning Easter treats for him the week he arrives. At 2.5 years I doubt he will know the difference. But we’ve been on a high since she called. So maybe for us the candy will be discounted already. YaY! Have a happy Easter!

    • katry Says:

      Z&Me,
      How great! You’ll have a wonderful time with your grandson. Nope, he’ll not know the difference, and I bet you’re right about the candy on sale!

  5. Bob Says:

    On Good Friday in 1981 or so I was flying a one day trip in the morning from Dallas to Denver’s Centennial Airport. I checked the weather before leaving and Denver was cloudy with a slight chance of rain showers and thunder storms. When we passed Amarillo Texas I rechecked the weather and little had changed. When I was ready to begin my descent from 31,000 ft. near Kiowa, Denver Center asked if I had the latest weather. After replying that I didn’t he read me the weather as 100 feet over cast, one quarter mile visibility due to blowing snow. A blizzard had sprung up along the eastern slope of the Rockies which was not forecast by the National Weather service. We diverted to Colorado Springs, where the weather was slightly better, where our passengers rented a car and drove to Denver. My copilot and I had to spend the night due to the snow storm and returned on Saturday after picking up or passengers in Denver. That night in the hotel I bought and eat a big chocolate bunny.

    I never understood the significance of the Easter basket but I really love the cream filled chocolate eggs and chocolate bunnies. As kids we ate them despite the fact that they are not permitted during the Passover week. I didn’t care then or now and will always gamble on my salvation for chocolate.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      Chocolate makes verything better-even having to land at an alternate airport becasue of a sudden snowstorm. Did you eat the ears first?

      My sister lives in Colorado., and she has snowstorms early in the year, usually by October, and sometimes as late as April/

      You got me curious about the basket so: “in the spring, it was customary to take baskets of early seedlings to the fertility goddess Eostre (or Oestre) to increase the chance of a good harvest. According to the legends, the fertility goddess Eostre (or Oestre) carried a basket of eggs. Thus, Easter baskets signify new life, rebirth and renewal. The Easter Basket ritual has its origins in the German folklore of the Easter Hare. According to a German legend, a white hare would leave Easter baskets filled with candies, brightly colored eggs and other goodies for kids to come and gorge on them on Easter morning.
      The German settlers when moved to U.S., popularized the tradition of the Easter hare. And as the days passed, the Easter hare became the Easter bunny delighting the kids with baskets of eggs, chocolates, candy, jelly beans and other goodies on the Easter morning.”

  6. minicapt Says:

    I like to visit here, they use only local rabbits in their chocolate bunnies:
    http://www.rogerschocolates.com/

    Cheers

  7. Coleen Burnett Says:

    Happy Easter Kat!

    One of my memories of my too soon departed Dad was how he would place eggs all over the living room so I would find them Easter morning. He was a sweetheart and I miss him.

    I was talking to a radio colleague tonight and he said he loved peanut butter and chocolate eggs. Darn. Go ahead and place the suggestion in my brain! Cadbury, anybody?

    Coleen

    • katry Says:

      Hi Coleen,
      You have a wonderful memory of your father which reminded me of mine. My father used to hide eggs when we were little then when we were grown but not yet with children of our own he’d hide them for my friend’s kids.

      Reese’s has small aluminum wrapped peanut butter eggs which are 100% addictive!

  8. Bill S. Says:

    In your response to Hedley, you mentioned “dying” eggs. Are these eggs that are terminal? (Ha-Ha.)

    The girls will be here tomorrow, along with Lisa and Kev and their mates. With good weather we will be able to hide eggs around the yard, and hope we get them all. Who can remember without making a map?

    The legs on the chocolate bunnies should be the first to go so they can’t escape.

    • katry Says:

      Bill,
      Oops, I forgot the e, but yes, they are terminal-the chicken will no longer sit on those blue eggs!

      At least the eggs will be in the yard. One left in the house would be awful so I hope the weather stays for you.

      That’s a great theory about the eggs, but if you eat the ears, they won’t hear you coming.


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