Frahdee Frahdee Frahdee. Frahdee.
I had this crazy dream like an hour ago that I have to tell you about. It’s quick and painless, I swear!
I was returning some jeans to a store in the plaza, and I took the grems, and the store didn’t have a play area for them, so the store officials sat them in front of a big screen and showed them Fight Club. Ha!
Yeah that would be bad. But they liked it!
Which is no better.
Anyway, remember when I told you we were putting this hammock in a back corner of our yard, between a big tree and a post? And the post wasn’t sturdy enough, so Aaron needed to simply pour concrete into the hole to sturdify it? (I say simply because I obviously know what an easy task this would be.) It still has yet to be done. Maybe I should just do it, since I’m positive it would be an effortless ordeal.
It would take like 10 minutes!
There’s the mixing of the concrete. No prob.
There’s the digging of the 3-foot hole. Sure, sure.
There’s the carefully pouring of the heavy concrete into said hole with sound steadiness and precision. Hmmmm.
There’s the leveling of the post to make sure it’s upright and not tilting. Um…..
There’s the tidying up of the top of the concrete pourage to make sure it’s even and no grass is damaged. Oh.
There’s the keeping of the toddlers away from the hole so they don’t fall in and glue themselves to a hammock post until high school graduation.
. . . Hey, Aaron? Can we talk?
. . . Aa . . . Aaron?
Have you ever been on verbal autopilot whilst on the phone with a stranger? Say, ordering takeout from a restaurant or something, and you accidentally end the conversation with, “I love you.”?
“That will be $27.60, and will be ready in about 20 minutes.”
“Great, thank you! I love you.”
GUHHH.
And then you’re like, “Oh sorry! I said I love food. FOOD. I love food. Never mind bye.”
THEE WORST. And you can’t go in and pick up the food. You can’t! You have to either send someone else or wear a camouflage garbage bag over your torso.
Has this ever happened to you??
A friend wants to know.
We cold brewed!
Have you ever done this? Listen to what kind of idiot I am. I thought cold brewing was simply brewing coffee the regular way, then letting it cool, then pouring it into a bottle, then sticking it in the fridge until it is chilled and ready for slurping.
Bahahahah!
Oh.
That’s not how you do it.
- You coarsely grind the beans. Aaron even bought a cold brew BEAN, yo. Specifically FOR cold brewing. For COLD brewing. For cold BREWING. (<–did that whole thing just annoy the tar out of you?)
- Then you pour the grounds into some sort of container thingy. He thrifted two huge plastic water bottles for this part. Then pour water over the grind. The grounds. The ground grinds.
- Then stick the bottles in the fridge for about 18 hours. We tasted at the 18-hour mark and at the 24-hour mark. Aaron preferred the 18-hour taste over the 24-hour taste. I couldn’t tell a diff.
- Oh! Before we tasted the brew, we (he) poured the coffee through our regular Chemex filter and into the Chemex carafe.
- Theeeeeen transferred the brew into a glass bottle for slurping! Sipping. Gulping. Whatever makes you bawl like a baby.
It was SO GOOD. However, I’m a total sissy and can’t drink coffee straight black, so a teensy bit of cream met mine.
Have you done this? Do you have tips or tricks to add?
I have to say, one of my favorite times of day is when I put the kids down for a nap right at noon, and head to the kitchen to pour a little bit of cooled leftover coffee over some ice. It’s like, WHAT I NEED, MAN.
I dig it!
By the way, I think I might be phasing out What We’re Diggin’. Would that make you incredibly sad, or would you care? Should it stay or should it go?
Hold on let me put this whole subject in its own space. Hold on.
You guys, I think I might be phasing out What We’re Diggin’. Would that make you incredibly sad, or would you care? Should it stay or should it go, now? Or should it be weaved into Flotsam somehow when I feel like it?
POLL!
I should have said poll in the beginning.
Weekend plans?
My culotte romper arrived, you guys. And it is darling and I will love it forever. I’m wearing it today. I’ll snap it today. You scoffed! You sent messages to sway me. You said prayers for my newfound path of fashion destruction. You even sought therapists. But you’ll see. You will see the cuteness. And I shall laugh like this, “HOOO HA HA HAH A HAH AH AAAAA AHAHA” with my face looking upwards into the sun and foam at my mouth and blood under my nails.
But probably not the last two things I just said.
Anyway, we have friends and family coming to town today! A whole crew of ’em. So we’re gonna be hangin’, drankin’, playin’, splash parkin’, kid wranglin’, backyard movie nightin’, and beyond.
I guess that’s it for now. I love you.
GUHHH.
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