Monday, January 31, 2011
favorite dessert: mango & salt
So simple. I love to dice a mango (skin on, which lends a bitter, grassy flavor), sea-salt it, eat it, done. Delicious.
list blog: treating myself!
I think people who know me *very* well know that I'm not very good at treating myself to gifts, or even necessaries. I might even have some kind of a ... thing ... about it. I usually find an excuse why I don't need / shouldn't have / can live without something.
But you know what? That has *got* to change. I don't know why exactly, I just know there's something about it that's wrong. Maybe it's as simple as holding myself in high enough regard to say I deserve something, even if it is mildly frivolous (though I'm not one for frivolity in general).
And here we come to a new list. A list of things I've thought in passing that I'd love to have. I'm gonna keep this on hand and refer to it on occasion, perhaps especially on occasions that I think I've accomplished something important, big or small.
» new boots (Frye, please? Though I don't know that they make them quite big enough to fit over my calves.)
» flats! Most of my shoes are cheapy Target buys that are totally adorable but that do no stand up to my whole shoe-wearing strategy, which is where them the hell out. I think something like these Frye ballets (I swear I'm not a Fryehound, I just think they present a nice example of classic styles).
» TOMs. I bought a pair and liked them two years ago, but I ran them into the ground ... not to mention that I'd bought them in the height of my baking days. Before they became so raggedy I had to toss them, they'd gotten caked in flour and sugar. I'll likely opt for the burlap, which I'd always wanted anyway, and which look slightly more durable.
» A pair of Raleigh Denim denims. The jeans are expensive, but they're handmade in Raleigh, N.C., in a store run by a young couple who was running the (very small) retail floor when Patrick and I visited in early winter last year. Mr. Raleigh Denim was very helpful when Patrick was trying to figure out which pair to buy. And the care with which he wrapped the jeans was notable. He also said anytime we were in town, Patrick (or anyone who buys jeans from them) could stop by to have the jeans (which are sold in one length) hemmed to his liking. This'll be the kind of purchase I made when I've reached my goal weight, and which will be one of the most satisfying rewards I can imagine.
» tights (oy, the runs in the ones I have now!)
» new gym attire ... this should probably float at the top of my list. I really, really want nice gym clothes. And to look extra cute in it.
house & home
» nice, matching towels for our bathroom Done! Patrick brought home a pair each of bath towels, hand towels and wash clothes from Target. Yay for matchy matchy!
» frames for some of our lingering Knoxville art
» bento boxes! I'm doing a good job of taking healthy lunches to work. I'd like to make them cuter and more organized with these magic little systems. (these vivo bentos are my favorite so far!)
pure pampering
» a manicure & pedicure (just once!)
» aveda skin care (especially eye cream. I'm getting old, y'all)
ummmiscellaneous?
» Nice headphones. I have weird ear holes. Those little earbuds that come free with every listening device you buy do NOT fit me. They fall out. They hurt if I shove them in (and then they fall out). I need good old-fashioned headphones. What I have now is, I think, some freebies we picked up on a plane ride? Something like that? And I have no idea what makes for quality. I just know what I got ain't it. It'll be a treat to find nice, comfy headphones that are meant to survive the sweaty lifestyle of a gym mouse like myself (phrase "gym mouse" totally stolen from Bailie at Adventures in Foodland, and I love it!)
I'll add to this list as I think of more things, which I tend to do throughout any given day. Kinda can't wait for my first big (or small) accomplishment!
But you know what? That has *got* to change. I don't know why exactly, I just know there's something about it that's wrong. Maybe it's as simple as holding myself in high enough regard to say I deserve something, even if it is mildly frivolous (though I'm not one for frivolity in general).
And here we come to a new list. A list of things I've thought in passing that I'd love to have. I'm gonna keep this on hand and refer to it on occasion, perhaps especially on occasions that I think I've accomplished something important, big or small.
things i want!
clothes
I realized at some point I needed to make "clothes" its own category. I've never been a clothes horse, but I have always appreciated fashion. Most especially I've coveted good shoes (when I was a little girl in church, I loved getting the seat right next to the outside aisle, where all those returning from communion passed by and where I could subtly inspect their footwear as they did).» new boots (Frye, please? Though I don't know that they make them quite big enough to fit over my calves.)
» flats! Most of my shoes are cheapy Target buys that are totally adorable but that do no stand up to my whole shoe-wearing strategy, which is where them the hell out. I think something like these Frye ballets (I swear I'm not a Fryehound, I just think they present a nice example of classic styles).
» TOMs. I bought a pair and liked them two years ago, but I ran them into the ground ... not to mention that I'd bought them in the height of my baking days. Before they became so raggedy I had to toss them, they'd gotten caked in flour and sugar. I'll likely opt for the burlap, which I'd always wanted anyway, and which look slightly more durable.
» A pair of Raleigh Denim denims. The jeans are expensive, but they're handmade in Raleigh, N.C., in a store run by a young couple who was running the (very small) retail floor when Patrick and I visited in early winter last year. Mr. Raleigh Denim was very helpful when Patrick was trying to figure out which pair to buy. And the care with which he wrapped the jeans was notable. He also said anytime we were in town, Patrick (or anyone who buys jeans from them) could stop by to have the jeans (which are sold in one length) hemmed to his liking. This'll be the kind of purchase I made when I've reached my goal weight, and which will be one of the most satisfying rewards I can imagine.
» tights (oy, the runs in the ones I have now!)
» new gym attire ... this should probably float at the top of my list. I really, really want nice gym clothes. And to look extra cute in it.
house & home
» frames for some of our lingering Knoxville art
» bento boxes! I'm doing a good job of taking healthy lunches to work. I'd like to make them cuter and more organized with these magic little systems. (these vivo bentos are my favorite so far!)
pure pampering
» a manicure & pedicure (just once!)
» aveda skin care (especially eye cream. I'm getting old, y'all)
ummmiscellaneous?
» Nice headphones. I have weird ear holes. Those little earbuds that come free with every listening device you buy do NOT fit me. They fall out. They hurt if I shove them in (and then they fall out). I need good old-fashioned headphones. What I have now is, I think, some freebies we picked up on a plane ride? Something like that? And I have no idea what makes for quality. I just know what I got ain't it. It'll be a treat to find nice, comfy headphones that are meant to survive the sweaty lifestyle of a gym mouse like myself (phrase "gym mouse" totally stolen from Bailie at Adventures in Foodland, and I love it!)
I'll add to this list as I think of more things, which I tend to do throughout any given day. Kinda can't wait for my first big (or small) accomplishment!
since last we met ...
... I've done some good things!
(list!)
> I cleared out my digital spaces. Gmail: empty. Google docs: streamlined & organized. Facebook friends: edited. Google Reader subscriptions: improved! All these pieces of data float, they're weightless. But they tax my mind so much when they're not meaningful, organized, utilized.
E-mail, for instance: I was using it to hold on to information (passwords, recipes, etc.). But I never actually searched my e-mail archives for those things regularly. And in any case, is that really what e-mail should be for? I mean, would I keep a big bucket in my house to store every piece of mail I got, just in case I'd need to refer to it? No, I'd level some importance on each piece of mail, and then *do* something with it. So that's that. My e-mail *must* remain a weigh station until I figure out the usefulness of any given piece of correspondence, and then *act* on that usefulness.
> I signed up for the gym! I had my choice of a free gym membership in the town where I work (through my husband's employer, who's based in Blacksburg even though he works from Roanoke ... where we live), or I could get a reduced membership at a gym where I live (though *my* employer, who's based in Roanoke even though I work in the Blacksburg area. Ha!).
I love to save a buck, but the Blacksburg gym would have meant me adding to my commute (which is already 3 hours total every day), and carefully coordinating my (sometimes unpredictable) work schedule to make sure I get to that gym before it closes. Too many obstacles. And I'm honest enough with myself to know that I'll use things like long commutes to excuse skipping my workout.
So it's a membership at my Roanoke gym instead. And in fact, it's a gym I attended when we lived here four years ago. Home sweet home.
> I went to the gym! It only took me about two weeks longer than it should have to actually sign up for the gym, so I was kind of proud of myself for waking up this morning and taking advantage of my membership immediately. 5 a.m. alarm. To the gym by 5:30. Thirty minutes on an ellipticalmadoohicky. Back home. It was short and sweet, and ultimately I want to *get* to the gym by 5 a.m., but I told myself I'd ease into it. Better I start slow and gain traction than start with a high bar and feel like I'm falling short.
> I tracked my Weight Watchers points all week. It took a little bit of effort, especially on the weekend when we took a great day trip to Charlottesville, Va., and I had to remember all my food choices. But I did it. And I was honest. And I was only 2 points over for the week. When I get on the right track with food, I know I'm in for a string of even *more* healthy decisions. So yay!
> I pre-tracked my breakfast and lunch for today. I've always found this helpful, and almost necessary to set up good food habits throughout the week. Not to mention that I can usually find a time to pre-track, but by the end of a day of looking *back* on food I ate and trying to record it, I find myself full of excuses for not doing it. Which tends to lead to more days of not tracking, which eventually leads to days of not actually making the smart food choices that tracking helps me focus on.
So, a pretty great start to the week. ...
... *ahem* after this confession
My husband planned a pretty amazing weekend for us. I even drafted a sweet blog entry about how wonderful he is and what a productive Saturday and Sunday we had ahead of us ...
And then I got in a crabby, crabby mood on Saturday. And it carried over into Sunday. This happened last weekend, too. And either I *hate* the weekends (???), or there's something else going on. And I think I may have identified it: Saturday morning breakfast.
It should be a treat, right? First day of repose, lazy morning ... "good" breakfast! Of ... donuts! (It's good because it's delicious. Uhuh.)
But yeah, sugar in the morning ... hell no more. Hell. No. More. Because I think it's crashing my spirits right into the ground. Poor husband! He really did have a great weekend planned, and we ended up doing most of the things we intended to: drive to Charlottesville, with a stop at a brew-pub on the way (here's his review of Blue Mountain Brewery); and then good coffee & walkin' our sweet dog through C'ville. And there I was, pouting. Boooooo.
In any case, it's a lesson for my future breakfast: if anything, I'll make it bacon. Hold the sugar.
(list!)
> I cleared out my digital spaces. Gmail: empty. Google docs: streamlined & organized. Facebook friends: edited. Google Reader subscriptions: improved! All these pieces of data float, they're weightless. But they tax my mind so much when they're not meaningful, organized, utilized.
E-mail, for instance: I was using it to hold on to information (passwords, recipes, etc.). But I never actually searched my e-mail archives for those things regularly. And in any case, is that really what e-mail should be for? I mean, would I keep a big bucket in my house to store every piece of mail I got, just in case I'd need to refer to it? No, I'd level some importance on each piece of mail, and then *do* something with it. So that's that. My e-mail *must* remain a weigh station until I figure out the usefulness of any given piece of correspondence, and then *act* on that usefulness.
> I signed up for the gym! I had my choice of a free gym membership in the town where I work (through my husband's employer, who's based in Blacksburg even though he works from Roanoke ... where we live), or I could get a reduced membership at a gym where I live (though *my* employer, who's based in Roanoke even though I work in the Blacksburg area. Ha!).
I love to save a buck, but the Blacksburg gym would have meant me adding to my commute (which is already 3 hours total every day), and carefully coordinating my (sometimes unpredictable) work schedule to make sure I get to that gym before it closes. Too many obstacles. And I'm honest enough with myself to know that I'll use things like long commutes to excuse skipping my workout.
So it's a membership at my Roanoke gym instead. And in fact, it's a gym I attended when we lived here four years ago. Home sweet home.
> I went to the gym! It only took me about two weeks longer than it should have to actually sign up for the gym, so I was kind of proud of myself for waking up this morning and taking advantage of my membership immediately. 5 a.m. alarm. To the gym by 5:30. Thirty minutes on an ellipticalmadoohicky. Back home. It was short and sweet, and ultimately I want to *get* to the gym by 5 a.m., but I told myself I'd ease into it. Better I start slow and gain traction than start with a high bar and feel like I'm falling short.
> I tracked my Weight Watchers points all week. It took a little bit of effort, especially on the weekend when we took a great day trip to Charlottesville, Va., and I had to remember all my food choices. But I did it. And I was honest. And I was only 2 points over for the week. When I get on the right track with food, I know I'm in for a string of even *more* healthy decisions. So yay!
> I pre-tracked my breakfast and lunch for today. I've always found this helpful, and almost necessary to set up good food habits throughout the week. Not to mention that I can usually find a time to pre-track, but by the end of a day of looking *back* on food I ate and trying to record it, I find myself full of excuses for not doing it. Which tends to lead to more days of not tracking, which eventually leads to days of not actually making the smart food choices that tracking helps me focus on.
So, a pretty great start to the week. ...
... *ahem* after this confession
My husband planned a pretty amazing weekend for us. I even drafted a sweet blog entry about how wonderful he is and what a productive Saturday and Sunday we had ahead of us ...
And then I got in a crabby, crabby mood on Saturday. And it carried over into Sunday. This happened last weekend, too. And either I *hate* the weekends (???), or there's something else going on. And I think I may have identified it: Saturday morning breakfast.
It should be a treat, right? First day of repose, lazy morning ... "good" breakfast! Of ... donuts! (It's good because it's delicious. Uhuh.)
But yeah, sugar in the morning ... hell no more. Hell. No. More. Because I think it's crashing my spirits right into the ground. Poor husband! He really did have a great weekend planned, and we ended up doing most of the things we intended to: drive to Charlottesville, with a stop at a brew-pub on the way (here's his review of Blue Mountain Brewery); and then good coffee & walkin' our sweet dog through C'ville. And there I was, pouting. Boooooo.
In any case, it's a lesson for my future breakfast: if anything, I'll make it bacon. Hold the sugar.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
goal: enjoy food, bite by bite
I have this really irritating habit of thinking about the next meal *while* I'm eating my current one. Or thinking of dessert as I'm eating dinner. Lunch as I'm snacking on my fruit.
Basically, I almost never ever hardly ever actually enjoy the bite I'm taking *in that* moment. ... And yet, wasn't I eagerly anticipating that very bite sometime earlier in the day?
Consequently? I think that whatever part of my appetite is mental is not getting fed. (And whether or not it's OK for appetite to be mental? ... I don't know; that's a whole other discussion. I do know, though, that one of the reasons Weight Watchers works so well for me is that it imposes some natural order to my eating, rather than me relying solely on my constant mental desire for food).
So. Famished mental appetite. Self-perpetuating void.
one bite at a time
Isn't this the root of most life lessons? Enjoy the moment *in* the moment. No looking back, don't get caught up in the future. The reward is the journey, not the destination, etc., etc., etc.
It's hard to believe that I actually have to work at enjoying my food, considering how much brainspace it occupies. Maybe the daydream of food sets an unreasonable expectation for the experience of it? ...
mission! Enjoy my breakfast, full stop. Enjoy my bus ride. Enjoy my coffee. Enjoy work. Enjoy lunch. Enjoy work. Enjoy my bus ride. Enjoy dinner. Enjoy repose. Enjoy reading. Enjoy sleep. Enjoy the morning routine. Enjoy breakfast & repeat.
Basically, I almost never ever hardly ever actually enjoy the bite I'm taking *in that* moment. ... And yet, wasn't I eagerly anticipating that very bite sometime earlier in the day?
Consequently? I think that whatever part of my appetite is mental is not getting fed. (And whether or not it's OK for appetite to be mental? ... I don't know; that's a whole other discussion. I do know, though, that one of the reasons Weight Watchers works so well for me is that it imposes some natural order to my eating, rather than me relying solely on my constant mental desire for food).
So. Famished mental appetite. Self-perpetuating void.
one bite at a time
Isn't this the root of most life lessons? Enjoy the moment *in* the moment. No looking back, don't get caught up in the future. The reward is the journey, not the destination, etc., etc., etc.
It's hard to believe that I actually have to work at enjoying my food, considering how much brainspace it occupies. Maybe the daydream of food sets an unreasonable expectation for the experience of it? ...
mission! Enjoy my breakfast, full stop. Enjoy my bus ride. Enjoy my coffee. Enjoy work. Enjoy lunch. Enjoy work. Enjoy my bus ride. Enjoy dinner. Enjoy repose. Enjoy reading. Enjoy sleep. Enjoy the morning routine. Enjoy breakfast & repeat.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
list post: grains i want to try
Whole grains are good for you, but I have to admit to being ignorant of most of them beyond the common: quinoa, corn meal, oats.
So I'm gonna start this here list and add to it as I discover more grains to try. Hopefully you'll help me with that! In fact, I already *do* have some things to put on the list thanks to some friends on Facebook. ...
the eatin' grains list
(alphabetical order, of course!)
barley
buckwheat
corn meal (polenta!)
couscous (added 1/26)
farro (added 1/26)
oats
quinoa
quinoa, red
rice, brown
rice, forbidden
wheatberry (added 1/26)
things I've learned
"groat" It's a fun word! It means "hulled grain broken into fragments larger than grits." Thank you, Megan, for using this word!
quinoa can go sweet. I know very little about quinoa (at least as of now, as I set out to make this list). But I definitely only ever thought of it as a savory ingredient. Not so! According to my friend, Jennifer: "...delicious, hot breakfasts can include this! quinoa cooked with some water AND OJ, add raisins or craisins, cinnamon, YUMMY! I like some apple chunks in there too sometimes..." This opens up a new world!
So I'm gonna start this here list and add to it as I discover more grains to try. Hopefully you'll help me with that! In fact, I already *do* have some things to put on the list thanks to some friends on Facebook. ...
the eatin' grains list
(alphabetical order, of course!)
barley
buckwheat
corn meal (polenta!)
couscous (added 1/26)
farro (added 1/26)
oats
quinoa
quinoa, red
rice, brown
rice, forbidden
wheatberry (added 1/26)
things I've learned
"groat" It's a fun word! It means "hulled grain broken into fragments larger than grits." Thank you, Megan, for using this word!
quinoa can go sweet. I know very little about quinoa (at least as of now, as I set out to make this list). But I definitely only ever thought of it as a savory ingredient. Not so! According to my friend, Jennifer: "...delicious, hot breakfasts can include this! quinoa cooked with some water AND OJ, add raisins or craisins, cinnamon, YUMMY! I like some apple chunks in there too sometimes..." This opens up a new world!
sick day + food (+ simple recipe)
I always hated sick days when I was a kid. Guilt complex + double the work once I got back to school. And invariably that guilt would have me convinced about halfway through the morning that I didn't feel sick anymore! I should have gone to school! I'm such a lazy bugger and now I'm going to be punished with make-up assignments!
Ugh. I still hate sick days. I still feel guilty taking them. But instead of double the work when I get back, it's double the guilt when I'm on sick leave: because someone else is having to pick up my workload while I'm away. *great*
sick food?
And then we come to this question I've had ever since I started doing Weight Watchers ... when I'm sick, do I stay within my points allotment? I've always answered "heck no! Eat the food that soothes you until you're better!"
But, honestly ... this time I don't *want* to forgo my healthy habits because of some pesky sore throat. And in fact, aren't all the good-for-me foods the ones I should be feeding my sick self anyway? Oranges, tomatoes, chicken broth, eggs, beans, ...
So that whole earlier notion of "eat what you want to feel good" was really feeding whatever self-pity I had for being sick. Self-pity is not hunger! In fact, self-pity should *probably* be starved until it meets a terrible, slow, painful death.
So *there.* One irrational excuse for a poor diet, destroyed. Only fifteen-hundred-and-sixty-two left.
veggie rice bowl (3 PointsPlus)
I'm a girl of simple tastes. I'm excited to get to know my spice rack, but in the meantime I'm pretty happy with a little salt thrown on sauteed vegetables. When I got home from work last night (feeling sick sick sick), I wanted something super filling but super healthy. And that's how came to be this bowl o' food (it's a big one!). ... I think I'll make it for lunch, too.
a handful of each of the following, chopped (for 0 PointsPlus each)
red bell pepper
celery
red onion
mushrooms
1 small clove garlic, diced ... 0 pp
4 oz. [1/2 c] chicken broth ... 0 pp
4 oz. [3/4 c] white rice, pre-cooked (we had leftovers) ... 3 pp
Do your thing on the stovetop. Salt and saute the veggies to your liking, throw in the garlic near the end and cook until aromatic, toss in the rice and broth and cook until the liquid has reduced a little and the rice is bloated with brothy goodness. Salt again to taste and enjoy!
(PS: We just bought course sea salt for the first time and I love it for finishing dishes. Just sayin',)
(PPS: If you'd like to suggest spices for me to try in future veggie rice bowls, I'd love to get your ideas! Friends have put me on the curry/cumin track. Also, oregano and thyme. Are there more?!)
Ugh. I still hate sick days. I still feel guilty taking them. But instead of double the work when I get back, it's double the guilt when I'm on sick leave: because someone else is having to pick up my workload while I'm away. *great*
sick food?
And then we come to this question I've had ever since I started doing Weight Watchers ... when I'm sick, do I stay within my points allotment? I've always answered "heck no! Eat the food that soothes you until you're better!"
But, honestly ... this time I don't *want* to forgo my healthy habits because of some pesky sore throat. And in fact, aren't all the good-for-me foods the ones I should be feeding my sick self anyway? Oranges, tomatoes, chicken broth, eggs, beans, ...
So that whole earlier notion of "eat what you want to feel good" was really feeding whatever self-pity I had for being sick. Self-pity is not hunger! In fact, self-pity should *probably* be starved until it meets a terrible, slow, painful death.
So *there.* One irrational excuse for a poor diet, destroyed. Only fifteen-hundred-and-sixty-two left.
veggie rice bowl (3 PointsPlus)
I'm a girl of simple tastes. I'm excited to get to know my spice rack, but in the meantime I'm pretty happy with a little salt thrown on sauteed vegetables. When I got home from work last night (feeling sick sick sick), I wanted something super filling but super healthy. And that's how came to be this bowl o' food (it's a big one!). ... I think I'll make it for lunch, too.
a handful of each of the following, chopped (for 0 PointsPlus each)
red bell pepper
celery
red onion
mushrooms
1 small clove garlic, diced ... 0 pp
4 oz. [1/2 c] chicken broth ... 0 pp
4 oz. [3/4 c] white rice, pre-cooked (we had leftovers) ... 3 pp
Do your thing on the stovetop. Salt and saute the veggies to your liking, throw in the garlic near the end and cook until aromatic, toss in the rice and broth and cook until the liquid has reduced a little and the rice is bloated with brothy goodness. Salt again to taste and enjoy!
(PS: We just bought course sea salt for the first time and I love it for finishing dishes. Just sayin',)
(PPS: If you'd like to suggest spices for me to try in future veggie rice bowls, I'd love to get your ideas! Friends have put me on the curry/cumin track. Also, oregano and thyme. Are there more?!)
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
the plum baker project
So, if you knew that I was The Plum Baker, you probably knew that my little baking business erupted from a strong desire to bake for the ones I love, the ones I like, the ones who I just met. The best reward for my work in the kitchen (in addition to the actual work, which I've always enjoyed) has been to hand over a treat to someone with the hope they'd love it.
I even settled on the name "Plum Baker" because one of the meanings of plum is "something desireable given in return for a favor" (and which I've always abbreviated to "a gift given in return for a kindness").
When Patrick and I left Knoxville for Roanoke in December, I folded my professional apron and took up page design again. I have loved my new job and I really lack for nothing by it (it challenges me mentally, it keeps me busy throughout my work day, the people are lovely).
And yet I've found myself pulled by this little urge, a tug at my apron strings. Then this idea dropped into my head, fully formed.
Here goes nothing ...
the plum baker project. honoring kind people, with sweets.
First round starts now!
1. You nominate someone in Roanoke, Va., who's done a good deed. Briefly explain what that deed was, the name of the do-gooder and what compelled you to take this extra step to honor him or her. I'll accept nominations through next Thursday (Feb. 3) at 5 p.m.! Comment on this blog entry or e-mail me at lindsay(at)theplumbaker(dot)com.
2. One 'winner' is picked at random. It's hard to measure the value of a good deed, am I right? So I'll use a randomizer to select a single nominee as 'the one.' At this point, I'll get in touch with you, the nominator, to get contact information for your winning nominee. I'll pick this week's winner & notify him/her by next Friday morning (Feb. 4). I'll announce the winner later that day.
3. A dozen cookies (or scones, biscotti, petite cakes), baked just for them! Good deeds too often go unrecognized. I would love to do this little part to help you express your gratitude to this sweet person. I'll even be happy to hand-transcribe a note of your personal thanks if you'd like. (Oh, and if it's your nominee who gets chosen, you'll get two cookies [or scones, etc.], too. After all, it was mighty nice of you to think of them.) This week? Ginger chews (seen above). It's the cookie that launched my Plum Baker business two years ago; it seems like the right cookie to launch my Plum Baker Project.
4. All stories will be shared. The random winner may get a special treat, but all acts of kindness deserve some recognition. I'll compile all the nominations and stories in my follow-up blog entry. I'll plan to publish this blog entry by Monday morning (Feb. 7).
the finer details
location. I'll have to limit my scope to the Roanoke, Va., area, so I can deliver (or arrange easy pickup) for the treats.
cost to participants? Zero. This is about spreading kindness!
how often will this happen? I'm going to play it by ear. Heck, I may not even get any nominees this first time out! Let's say once every two or four weeks for now ...
and that's that!
Well, I do hope this resonates with folks. There's a lot of kindness and thoughtfulness being spread, and I'd like to hear more people talk about it.
To nominate someone in Roanoke, Va., you think's done a kindness, please comment on this blog entry or e-mail me at lindsay(at)theplumbaker(dot)com. Include their name and a brief description of what sweet thing they did. I'll accept nominations through next Thursday (Feb. 3) at 5 p.m.
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