there is a gourmet hot dog cart not far from our house. it has the cutest name. it's open only for lunch. it's almost like a food truck, but it doesn't leave its garage location. which happens to be next door to a french pastry shop. can you imagine? yum, and yum. suddenly, i'm thinking about making a little recording of the whole hot dog experience to share with you here. maybe i'll gather enough courage to do it.
we're having this for dinner tomorrow night; it's become a family favorite in a very short time. i've been trying to find a few minutes to make these; lucy keeps asking when we're going to make the "cheese-it-men." and i'm waiting for some bananas to ripen so that i can make this. i made this (again) and this on friday. the kitchen has been in overdrive.
tonight at dinner bennett suggested that each of us share a brief report on what we're reading. (he's 12. i love him.) he's reading goliath and is enamored with the world scott westerfelt has created. lucy is reading this - the longest book she's read on her own - and she's loving it. my cousin is reading something by bill bryson in english, and something else in hebrew. but dave and i are not reading anything at the moment, which was a wake-up call for me. i've started no less than five books since the summer, and have - very uncharacteristically - abandoned all of them. i'm going back to this one tonight.
the darkness has returned. i'm not as resistant this year as i've been in years past. i guess i'm looking forward to candles on the dinner table, and light when i wake in the morning. but no matter how you slice it, i miss the longer days. it seems especially late to me now. and i think that's enough random for one sunday night.