“Would you guys like some homemade chocolate pudding??” I ask. This was some years ago, before we moved to Philly, so three (tiny) little faces turned to me, excitedly nodding their assent. Pax was only one or two at the time, which makes Raines and his best buddy, Dorian, not quite five.
I spoon the “pudding” into cute little bowls, and garnish with three chocolate chips. Inside, I am chortling. I hand the pudding cups over, and carefully watch Dorian’s face.
All three boys spoon giant scoops into their mouths. Raines and Pax — who are used to my cooking — take another bite but Dorian…pauses. Swallows. Peers closer at his pudding cup, eyebrows furrowed.
“Miss Shana?” he asks, suspiciously. “What is this?”
“Pudding!” I chirp. Dorian stares at me. I grin back. He takes another bite and makes a face. I watch him force the second bite down, then quickly hide my smirk as he puts down his spoon and heaves a heavy sigh.
It’s not his first rodeo at my house.
“I’m sorry, Miss Shana.” Another sigh. “But it doesn’t taste like any pudding I know.”
At this point in our weekly (daily?) saga, Dorian and I usually would try mixing in more honey or agave or maple syrup (or, heck, a few more chocolate chips) and sometimes we got to a concoction he could stomach. But our success rate never got much above 40%. And as D got older (and smarter), he became increasingly more suspicious of my homemade “goodies” and would quiz me on the ingredient list before trying them.
“Well, D…my chocolate pudding has lots and lots of chocolate and something to sweeten it,” I’d start. Dorian would stare at me skeptically, knowing that couldn’t possibly be all. And has a little tofuandavocadoandblackbeans.”
At this, he’d hang his head, utter the most polite ‘no thank you’ and then we’d negotiate whether or not he’d try a single bite. Which he usually would…but again, our success rate post-bite was barely 40%. Which, as it turns out, is juuuuust enough for him to harbor a small glimmer of hope. HA!
These days, I’m still up to my old tricks. I’ve found that there’s not a single classic childhood dessert I can’t ruin with a little avocado or chia seeds. And thanks to the pandemic, my kids aren’t going to friends’ houses anymore, so it’s basically my concoctions or none at all.
MWAH HA HA HA.
I just finished a batch of what I’m claiming are “Rice Krispie treats!”. They involve vegan butter, hemp hearts and chia seeds. I’m calling ‘em a masterpiece and, as I stood over the stove (stirring the pot and chortling to myself), I immediately thought of Dorian.
There’s marshmallows, D!! Rice Krispies!! Peanut butter!!
Oh man. I miss those little faces. (And D’s mom tells me he’s now…5’10”. Good grief.)
Mike’s fav cashmere sweater is on sale. NAADAM is doing one final flash sale on their winter pieces, and one of Mike’s favorite cashmere sweaters is included. It’s not super thick, but it is textured, so it’s both surprisingly warm and comfy to wear. He has the brown and loves it. My stupidly soft and thick turtleneck sweater (the one readers have written in raving about) is also part of the flash sale, and there’s even a few sizes left in black.
HOLD UP: Now available in different lengths?? While I adore my cashmere joggers, some days I just want to rock a pair of old-school sweatpants. Abercrombie just restocked my favs…which now come in short, regular and tall lengths!! They still have that old-school vibe, but are actually pretty flattering. I have the in black (size small, regular…because that was the only length they used to have). I’ve washed them zillions of times, and they’ve held up really well.
What else does one care about in February? I’ve literally exhausted all of my current sartorial “interests” (cashmere sweaters and sweatpants), above. Literally the only other things I’m wearing these days — besides masks, of course — is ski gear, winter boots, or…underwear?? (I’d actually love to talk about that last one but I currently hate all underwear right now and therefore have zero answers.)
Let’s Talk About Spring & Summer Instead
It’s either this or I continue droning on about sweatpants.
But what are we actually going to want to wear this spring/summer? Scotti and I were just talking about this in our latest IG Live. I’m having trouble envisioning a future in which I get dressed in anything tight or even remotely uncomfortable…Scotti thinks soft, baggy jeans and gorg shoes are going to be our post-pandemic compromise. I think she’s onto something. Here are the three outfit combos I can currently get my head around:
- Loose jeans + gorg shoes + tee: My plan is to rock the heck out of my Loeffler Randall shoes (these flats, these heels) with some sort of destroyed denim (my old Levi’s, or something like these GRLFNDs or these Re/Done jeans) and whatever old tees I already have. ps. These Camper flats also look seriously cool.
- Easy dress + Birkenstocks: I can’t imagine giving up my Birks, but I think I could probably pair them with an easy dress. In terms of the dress itself, I’m thinking that The Tiny Closet’s new mini dress or…a waist-less linen one from Ref would do the trick. I’m all about that square neckline (here’s another gorg one) and interesting sleeves (oooo…BURU has a reallllly pretty option, too, especially if you are looking for a longer length).
- Matching cotton shorty set + flat sandals: I like the boyish vibe of this matching top-and-shorts…but of course the shorts are nowhere to be found. Boo. Let’s just use that link as an example. They’re basically PJs, but ones you can pair with flat sandals and a straw bag and voila! Real outfit. Hmmm…I wonder if any of Printfresh’s shorty pajamas could work for something like this.
But seriously…how are you guys holding up? We have now reached the point of winter where it gets…long. Let’s laugh, shall we?
Side-parts and Gen Z: the best response ever.
When pooping alone is considered “self-care”: @emily.the.mom.next.door hysterically nails exactly how low our self-care bar is.
“Male privilege of steel“. Liz Plank is too good.
MARJORIE! WHAT ARE THOSE?? I love @theluncheonlawyer and her dragging Marjorie Taylor Greene is amazing.
Happy weekend, Gang. Hope you guys are hanging in there.