I felt really upbeat yesterday for some reason. I think it was the speeches. I particularly liked Rev. Joseph E. Lowery's benediction which moved me to tears and laughter. I think he stole the entire show with that ending!
I know some people purposely avoided watching the inaugural, which is a shame. Even if President Obama wasn't your first choice, the message was uplifting. No one person can dig us out of the mess we're in. We each have to work for it. We have to be willing to push on, regardless of our differences.
Today we're keeping the chill out grooving with baking cookies, washing blankets, building Legos and playing games. I'm also trying to create decorations for DS's upcoming birthday, but this is very difficult with him being around. I'm afraid he won't be surprised much.
I read through Carol Alt's Eating In The Raw. I can certainly agree eating fresh, raw fruits and veggies can be great for you, but I don't think I could ever eat raw meat. No offense to raw foodists. Its just, I could never get past thinking I'd be ingesting a tape worm or worse.
I should back up and explain why I read Eating In The Raw in the first place. I wasn't thinking of becoming a raw foodie. It was DS13 who asked me why people started cooking food in the first place. I told him anthropologists aren't certain, but its a guess that perhaps some game meat landed too close to the fire. Or perhaps their food source froze so they decided to thaw it over the fire and discovered, hey, that tastes pretty good! It was also probably realized that cooking and drying could preserve food as well. This is a good thing when you don't have a Piggly Wiggly down the block.
Anyway, I'm too much of a baker to want to give up anything heated over 100 degrees. Call me a carb addict, but I'll take fresh, whole wheat bread over dehydrated crackers.
Speaking of baking and being an addict, I can't stop making batches of chocolate cookies with white chips. I got the recipe from the back of the Nestle bag. I sent the remaining cookies with DH to work, but all it took was DS13 asking, "Where did those awesome cookies go," and I'm baking more. I'll have to ask him to hide them from me. Of course I asked my younger son to do this with my peanut butter, whole wheat cookies, and I discovered them weeks later under his bed. EWW!!
Well, its time to get my hands all covered in paint. Stay warm and stay positive!