Gratefulness day 7

I am grateful for Netflix, and TV in general. There, I said it. That’s the honest truth. We try not to watch too much, but last night, after the kids were down, Julie and I popped some popcorn and watched a movie. It was swell just to hang out and the ritual of movie selection makes the whole event seem a little more ceremonious. Then, this morning, Coop watched cartoons while we got a chance to sleep in. Screen time has it’s downsides, but movies and popcorn and peace in the morning are some¬†pretty big upsides, too.

I am grateful for lentils. I recently re-discovered them, and have been making vats of lentil soup every week to bring in for lunch. Lentils are cheap, healthy, convenient and delicious.

I am grateful for Cottage Cheese Pancakes. They are delicious, and higher in protein and lower in carbs. This means I can eat a big stack of them, and not feel like I am hungover for the rest of the day, which is what happens with standard grade pancakes. Want the recipe? Here it is:

Cottage Cheese Pancakes

Ingredients:

  • 1/2 tsp baking soda
  • 1/2 C flour
  • 2 eggs
  • 1/3 C Cottage Cheese
  • 3/4 C Yogurt
  • 1tsp Vanilla

Directions:

  1. Throw all the things in a blender. Put the lid on the blender and turn it on. Let it go for a good long while, until it’s all smooth, like pancake batter is supposed to be.
  2. Make pancakes.
  3. Eat them.

My 40th Birthday

Apologies in advance for a grumpy, narcissistic blog post.

I turned 40 today. I find myself asking, “How the Hell did this happen?”.

The answer to that question is obvious, and really, turning 40 is much better than not turning 40. The truth is, I have a lot of genuine gratitude for the things in my life I know to be thankful for.

But still, 40. In all my days, 40 has seemed old. Now that I’m here, 40 still seems old. 40 is older than I feel, and how I feel is still not as young as I’d like to feel.

I know some of you are reading this thinking, “40 is young!”. I’d bet you didn’t feel that way when you turned 40 though. I’ll be honest: if you did, I don’t want to hear about it.

It’s funny, Coop has recently learned he’s mortal, and he isn’t too happy about mortality either. Turns out that after nearly 4 decades, a finite lifespan is still a bummer when you stop to think about it. Reading Charlotte’s Web has been therapeutic for both of us, though

The trick is probably not to think about it too much. I’ll get over this in a day or two, I bet.

I might have to open a bottle of wine tonight.