When my brother and I were back in Minnesota for my grandmother's funeral, we poked around in the basement. We found The Red Bowl.
Johnny picked it up, "Look! The red bowl!"
"The red bowl!" I said.
My mom called from upstairs, "What?"
We both cried out, "The red bowl!"
"What red bowl?" Mom asked.
I yelled, "What red bowl?"
Johnny yelled, "The red bowl!"

When I was growing up, The Red Bowl (and it's smaller sibling, The Brown Bowl) held JellO, gravy, French-cut string beans, or pudding. I remember those bowls. When Good Man and I visited over spring break, I stole them.
Before I moved out at 18, I stole my mother's cookbook.

I used The Red Bowl and The Red Cookbook to made cranberry-banana bread and banana bread this weekend.

This year, one of my goals was to get rid of 100 books. When I did so, I found that I had some room for wedding shoes and wedding flowers.


Also, now that I've gotten rid of 100 books, it's like the universe is trying to fill in the void. My coworker has been bringing in a lot of Korean books. I've finally started stacking them next to my Korean bookshelf.

I've also been doing some minor knitting lately. I'm (slowly...very slowly) working on a fish afghan.

I also made (yet another) a head covering for Mother. We'll see if I finally got it right!


