Salty Sweet

Similar to how I just couldn't seem to center myself in the frame today, this outfit kind of misses the mark too.  It was another CBA one like Tuesday's, except with this one I stupidly attempted a weak effort.  I could blame it on the weather.  It is 70F today and the back-n-forth between cool & warm weather puts me off guard.  Resulting in short sleeve dresses worn with faux-fur lined boots.  Knee socks worn over striped tights.  Free Trade dresses worn backwards, just to be different from last time.  Boots folded down, just to be different from last time.  With the corduroy coat and shades it ends up being vaguely hippie / nordic / slacker mom.  Maybe?  Oh well.  

 

Thrifted dress, boots, coat and shades.  Socks and tights are Target clearance. 

Milo's teacher liked my "stockings," she said they were "sure xmas-y."

See how I unzipped the coat's hood to mimic the boot flaps?

I know, I know, lame.  

OK enough already, let's move on.

Sometimes odd mixes do work / taste good.  

Like salty sweet treats.  I talked with the BFF this morning and she was making some crazy sounding toffee that involved saltines, butter, brown sugar and chocolate chips.  Drool.  Maybe it is this recipe?  (picked that one out of the list of google results because of the name- White Trash Toffee) 

Then the other day I saw a blogger writing about some Reindeer Paws (her variation, usually they are "noses") she was making with her 4 year old.  Pretzels with Hersheys kisses melted on them, then topped off with an M&M.  

It got me thinking, I don't really have any trademark treat that I make.  Oh wait, last year we made little bags of Reindeer Chow for Cub Scouts.  That's another salty sweet that is yum yum yum.

So all these thoughts of treats left me with some big time cravings and this is what I came up with, like 20 min ago in a must-have-something-salty-sweet cupboard raking daze.  As of yet unnamed, and only really serves one, because it involves licking ingredients off the tip of a knife.  

Fish gigged with muddy stick?  Chocolate Chum?

Whatever, it sated the salty sweet rage, for the moment...

Oh and I just have to share a little more salty sweet.  Milo and I went to the local sad excuse for a playground after preschool, at his request, and he played for a little bit until, all sniffly stuffed up nosed, trudged off the mulched area, calling over his shoulder on the way to the car, "OK mom, let's go home now.  I'm tired."  This coming from a kid who just the other day argued with me for like 5 min about leaving the same park.  Poor dude.  I just hope he doesn't spike a fever before the morning, because I have an appointment I need to make tomorrow.  

From that brief outing, the most profound playground Sharpie graffiti I've seen to date:

And an arty phone camera shot of Milo climbing up the slide.  Yes, I'm one of those parents that lets their kids play on equipment inappropriately.   At least when there isn't anyone else around to silently judge me for it.  And sometimes even then, just out of spite.  

Because really, 20 years from now, will today matter?

Do you honestly want to [just] be okay?