It happened again. We were going up to the farm in Barton to visit Shawn's brother up from NYC and make up for our missed visit last weekend. Rather than Easter dinner, we were going to have brunch--when my father-in-law asked what we thought we'd bring, I suggested I make scones. His response was "Oh, scones. Okay." I managed to shed some light on what good ones actually taste like, but it made me realize how businesses who make bad products pollute one's idea of what we as consumers should expect. How is it that people continue to buy dry, tasteless scones and muffins from Starbucks (Not to mention paying $4 for a cup of coffee!) for an exorbitant sum of money? In a similar vein, I picked up some larger socks for Timothy a few weeks ago and yet again, we have to use shoes to keep those socks on his feet. How is it that these companies can continue to make money on a product that doesn't work? I don't get it.
We had a great visit, though, and it was great to see Chris. Every time I see him I feel like a moron for not having learned sign language yet. I try, I really do. I have this book I borrowed and I have picked up a lot of random signs. But for whatever reason, when I am actually talking to Chris, I either can't think of any of the ones I've learned or I completely botch it. Of course, the vast number of words we use in an ordinary conversation is extraordinary, and the few random words I know don't do a heck of a lot in propelling the dialogue. Yet, I want so badly for Timothy to grow up speaking sign language so that he can communicate with Chris besides just relying on lip reading like I do. Of course, as a language teacher I know, you need to practice to pick up a language--we just have to see Chris more often, that's all there is to it!
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Loralee! I'm sure that Chris was pleased at your efforts! Does he read lips? Did you find out where in Brklyn he lives? And...I know a place where you can stay when you want to visit him...maybe this summer...when things are warm and walk-around-able.
Spread the scone love! Dunkin Donuts scones are terrible too! YOu should just explain that scones are little cakes with a fancy name. Or, um, biscuits with a fancy name? though biscuits have a bad reputation too...
Keep up the crusade!
Chris lives in Williamsburg--does that sound familiar? I've never been to Brooklyn--really just Manhattan whenever I've been to NYC. I'd love so much to see your neighborhood! And I already can't wait to meet Sprout!
You were my inspiration with the scones, by the way. Oh, I love biscuits, too. It always baffles me when people get all excited about the canned biscuits--they have both a nasty taste and a lousy texture. Definitely worth making fresh.
Williamsburg is where all of the cool hipsters live. Is your brother-in-law a cool hipster?
I wish I was a cool hipster. I live among mafia families. There is a nail joint on every block for the ladies to have fancy nails. I don't wish I had fancy nails. But the payoff in pizza and cannoli is definitely a draw to living near mafia!
Chris is definitely a cool hipster. No doubt about it.
He lived in Astoria before that... don't know what that means though.
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