exploring is awesome. even the names of explorers are awesome. buzz aldrin, christopher columbus, amerigo vespucci. if your name's amerigo, you really can't help but be awesome. and explore.
because exploring is awesome. there's something inherently glamorous about anything that involves an atlas and exploring not only involves an atlas but also boats and balloons and trains and horses and guns and nazis and natives and a big, bad mystery either in the desert or a rainy eastern european communist country.
that said, i really just want to stay home. my name is kind of plain and not very explorery. so i explore on a small scale- at the h+m clearance rack and in my sock drawer. but tonight i went all out and really scavanged. tonight, i took on the freezer.
i thawed some ancient chicken and some old frozen green beans and made a huge bowl of nasty. then i began digging deeper. moving the many-months-old pint of sherbert, pushing past the bag of rice, ducking out of the way of the random frozen lemonade, my attention riveted to the blue tin gleaming in the distance.
i'm not a fan of chocolate, but there are days. and there, in the distance, was grandcupcake's fudge.
the fudge that grandcupcake carefully packed and secreted in my bag as i was leaving last february. i wasn't to share it with the parents cupcake. this is all yours, she said, because a girl going to the big city needs her fudge.
looking in the tin last february, i thought, a girl going to the big city doesn't need THAT much fudge, so the bulk of it was frozen and forgotten until tonight, when i peered past the sherbert and the rice and the lemonade and saw that blue tin gleaming in the distance and thanked God that i have a grandmother who knows that a girl in the big city needs her fudge.