My tennis group plays almost every Sunday afternoon. Today is one of those rare exceptions. It’s not the cold so much as the wind and wet. Anyway, on the cusp of the 400th day since I put a sickarette (saw that in the blogs and love it and will never call them anything else) to my lips, I just thought I’d throw this into the mix.
I’m not a great cook but I do have my specialties. Cheese straws are one of them. I’m trying not to brag here, but it’s difficult when I KNOW how good they are and people in these parts start dropping hints about them around Halloween.
Anyway, yesterday I turned on the radio and started my first batch of the season. I listened to an hour-long Crimson Tide basketball pregame show, then listened to the entire game, then listened to the entire post game show and then all of Joni Mitchell ‘Blue.’ I was all done and drying my big mixing bowl as the last song on it (The Last Time I Saw Richard) was playing.
Total time to make the cheese straws? About five hours. Then my son comes in the door from college. His eyes light up when he enters the kitchen. He loves cheese straws. He ate a whole tin in about 20 minutes. The rest he shared with his happy friends after I’d gone to bed. No lie, I’m a journalist. Four more tins.
Moral of all this and why it relates to quitting sickarettes.
Both quitting and cheese straws require a fair amount of work and both can serve to absolutely thrill and delight those you love.
Worth it?
You bet.
Merry Christmas, everyone, from this Rebel quitter to you and yours wherever you are.
May
