It's that time again, January is over and winter is is wrapping up. Outside in my garden exciting things are happening. All of a sudden last year's baby lemons are turning yellow, ripening into 2015's crop. At the same time, next year's fruit is setting: the flowers fall off and leave behind tiny, green swellings which are the beginnings of next winter's lemons.
My kids love tuna salad. My son makes me explain, over and over again, why he cannot eat it every day. He recently realized the connection between mercury in tuna and thermometers, which is really exciting to me, as his mother. But more importantly, I know he and his sister will always eat this toxic fish.
This morning I realized our butter was rancid, but only after I'd taken the first bite of my bagel. I also realized that the whole wheat bagels I've been buying and pawning off on the kids are just downright nasty too - like a combination of chaff and what I would imagine Metamucil tastes like, and not the pink lemonade or berry blast flavor either. It was that kind of breakfast. Luckily, because we eat so many vegetables and fruits, I don't need to worry about things like Metamucil. At least I'm feeling good about that.