Who’s up for a rousing little game of “Happy, Sad”? My sister and I played a round after we made the poor choice to actually pay money to see that Patrick Dempsey movie in which his character decides he’s in love with his engaged best friend.
It works like this: Happy: We got to spend two hours looking at Patrick Dempsey. Sad: That movie really sucked. Really.
So, let’s have a go with a food-related version.
Happy: The Foodbuzz Publisher Community officially launches! I’ve been part of the truly amazing Featured Publisher program for several months, and it’s been a fun ride that promises to continue. Read more here.
Sad: Amidst the launch excitement, I sliced my thumb cutting an onion. That’s right, I had a knife in my hand at the same time I was trying to have a real adult conversation. Cooking + talking = extraordinary ineptness on my part. This is an injury that laughs in the face of Neosporin and any configuration of bandages.
But here’s a happy-within-a-sad: A self-inflicted injury that occurs while cooking must mean I’m big league now. Completely deserving of my FP badge, no?
Happy: Popped into Trader Joe’s today, and there was a sign in the apple bin declaring the arrival of New York Honeycrisp apples. My heart leapt. I’ve been waiting months upon months for Honeycrisp.
Sad: The Honeycrisp bin was empty. Nary an apple to be found. And though the cashier reported that they expect more tomorrow, today is not tomorrow. I was at the store today. Must console self with ever more Fujis, a nice runner-up.
Happy: Just discovered a new swoon-worthy kitchen scent: that of minced garlic and lemon zest hitting a hot pan at the same time.
Sad: The tofu, spinach and brown rice dish that brought on the scent of garlic and zest was [sigh] underwhelming.
Game rules state that you must end with a happy: I’m back at dinner again, and tonight’s polenta promised me it will live up to its fave-status around here.
Want to play? Leave me a comment with a “Happy, Sad” round of your own.