I forget stuff

You know what's delicious and should be eaten every single day and I would have some today except for how I ran out because I ate it all and I need to make more as soon as is humanly possible?

Plum Granita.

Dave brought home a tiny bushel of plums from Trader Joe's a couple of weeks ago--I have been cranking on the plums, but Dave doesn't eat plums, and so finds shopping for them to be a somewhat overwhelming experience. A bushel, however tiny, of equally tiny plums, is actually kind of hard to eat.

So I cooked 'em up.

I know, there's just nothing like stewed plums! Yum! Yeah, no.

But if you make like Padma Lakshmi, and boil them with sugar, red wine, and cloves, and then freeze the mixture, you have a heavenly, refreshing, eat it by the bucketful plum granita.

Or that's what I have, anyway. Others may be satisfied by just a small bowl. To each their own.

Having made this before, I did find it overly rich, but by cutting down on the sugar by a quarter cup, and watering down the wine by the same amount, it's now just perfect for me. Very light, incredibly flavorful while you're eating it, but somehow it doesn't linger--it just cools you off and makes you long for more.

Go buy another bushel, Dave.

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So I wrote this far, and my mind went blank. There was something else I wanted to put in this post. What was it?

Oh, right. That I forget stuff.

Unless I do something immediately and I mean right that second when I think of it, I forget stuff. There's no "put salt on the broccoli, Nikki" and then go to put olive oil on first. There will be no salt on the broccoli when it comes out of the oven. Which is something of a dilemma, because you do actually have to do the olive oil first.

My nails, which grant you are growing crazy fast, remain crazy long because I never remember to cut them, though I think about doing so every time I try to type, knit, make a fist, or write something down. Actually, I don't even want to talk about the knitting. I've been working with a lot of garter stitch these days, let's just say.

I knew this was going to happen, and so far it's been okay. I have walked past my house, but not off my street.

People keep asking me if I've felt the baby move yet. I don't think so. I mean, while lying in bed concentrating really hard, I've felt what might be popcorn popping or butterflies flapping or leaves rustling, but I haven't always felt it where the baby is supposed to be. Like it's in my lower abdomen, but also my upper abdomen, and my upper arms too. So I'm going with not yet.

Or maybe I did, but I forgot.