Guys – I just discovered I own a pair of jeggings.
No, not my toddler’s jeggings.
I’m not sure how I feel about this.
Ashamed or proud?
It’s a toss-up.
This is what happens when you speed shop through Marshall’s and grab things on your way through.
Forget that they were on the Juniors’ rack.
Nothing is ever where it’s supposed to be in those stores anyway.
Honestly. I thought they were skinny jeans.
I guess I’m sheepishly pleased that I can squeeze myself into teeny-bopper pants.
In my mind, I pretty much stopped aging at 27 anyway.
But I think even 27-year-olds probably aren’t supposed to wear jeggings. . . .
Another thing I discovered?
I need more sleep.
This is not really a new discovery.
In fact, it’s not a “discovery” at all – because the word “discovery” would imply fresh, previously uncharted, information.
This is neither.
In fact, I’ve been aware of my sleep-lack ever since I bore my first child – fifteen years ago.
I pretty much always need more shut-eye, but really. . . .
When I snapped back to reality yesterday after standing over a half-folded pile of laundry and tried to retrace my thoughts, I found it slightly alarming that I had been pondering if it was late enough in the day yet for a second cup of coffee. . . .
(Let me explain to you what qualification must be filled for me to brew myself a second cup of coffee:
I must feel as though I could lay down anywhere, ANYWHERE – as in, on the sidewalk at the zoo, right outside the Bengal Tiger’s den on a weekday morning two minutes before feeding time – curl up into a ball, and sleep until next Tuesday.)
Usually that feeling arrives around 2 or 3 pm, and I then embark on the second cup mission.
But when I looked at the clock – what time do you think it was?
I think then, that it would be much smarter of me to just go to bed earlier.
What does any of this have to do with Candied Citrus Peel, you might ask?
None of this has anything to do with candied citrus peel, and really has only to do with my brain on a train to who-knows-where.
So the citrus peel.
I first saw it here, then again in my grandmother’s cookbook.
Then, I just couldn’t resist it anymore.
Fresh, brightly scented citrus simmered and soaked in heavy syrup then coated in crystals of white sugar?
What’s not to love?
It tastes like spring in a candy.
It’s a pretty little post-supper nibble, or it’s a tasty addition to muffins, scones or cookies, and packaged prettily, it makes a delightful little gift.
Me? I like it any time.
Of course I would. . . it’s sugar, after all.
Oh, and that coffee? I’m having some of this special roast shipped my way.
It’s from a hip and funky coffee roaster in Idaho. DOMA’s coffee is organic, fair trade, and sustainable. You can order your beans whole or ground for espresso, drip, or french press.