On any given day, I’m not completely sure if I’m 22, 23, or 24. It gets a little confusing, not having to write the date all of the time, and I just forget, you know? When I typed out the title for today, I first thought of the T. Swift song and then I thought, hey! that’s how old I am! But that ain’t right. I’m twenty-three (with the memory of an eighty-three year old).
Forgetfulness aside, It’s soup weather! And The Pioneer Woman has made a lovely roundup of her best soup recipes (link here). I’m definitely going to be diving into the Sausage, Potato & Kale soup here any day now. *Confession – I’ve never made soup before. And Joe really hates hot liquids, so it would be just little old me trying to eat all of it. But I might experiment with making a batch of soup on Sundays, and eating it for lunch the rest of the week. We shall see.
It’s also the time of year when my hair and skin like to get super dry, so I’m rediscovering honey face masks and Moroccan Oil. The honey is 1) because of dry skin and 2) because the hard water in Baltimore causes random breakouts. It’s definitely not my most favorite thing about living here. And the Moroccan Oil makes my hair feel like silk, no lie. It’s a surefire way to get Joe to play with it while we’re catching up on Modern Family.
‘Tis the season to eat soup and moisturize.