OKAY! YAY! I have stuff that could go in the box if it came around again too.

By the time the box gets to me again, I'll definitely have a few more things to throw in there. I have a few purples that are too close in shade, and a greeen I loathe. (On me, I mean. It looked good in the bottle.)

The first, and really only, chance I had to see my grandma outside of her role as "matriarch in charge of the family homestead and baker of all things good" was when she, my mom, my sister, and I all went to Florida for two weeks in 1980. It was a revelation for Sis and me, because we discovered we could be together for two whole weeks without arguing once if we had Mom and Grandma around as buffer and distraction--the few times we'd be getting revved up for our usual knock-down-drag-out screamfests, Mom and Grandma would start sniping at each other, and we'd stop to watch their fireworks. That's when we realized just how much alike the two of them were, and also how much Sis is like them. It was a great way to step outside of our comfort zone and reassess our family dynamics.

polishes! Fun!

Also, I have decided kombucha is assy and I don't want anymore. It's precisely what you would expect tea fermented from a "mushroom" might taste like.

I can handle kefir because it's like a lassi, but kombucha. BLECH. It's like a shot of straight vinegar.

Kat, was it plain kombucha? I really only like kombucha with a fruit flavor added. Plain kombucha seems like a dare. Although I have to admit that the kombucha my brother has on tap at his brewpub (they ferment it there) tasted almost like weak iced tea, not assy.

Still, I stick with the fruity shit.

Steph, it was the GT/Synergy one. Raspberry. Totally not for me, which is fine... God knows I already drink kefir which makes me weird. This one: [link]

I've had that one! It made me itchy. I stick with locally-brewed kombucha.

I never knew either of my grandfathers, but my paternal grandmother (that I shared with like 30 cousins) was like a Norman Rockwell painting come to life - the plump, cheerful reassuring figure that the whole huge family orbited around, who always had a kitchen full of stuff baking and roasting. My maternal grandmother that lived with us was more in the Irene Ryan mode, the outwardly cantankerous touch-as-nails type who had a tendency to get into unintentionally hilarious situations.

Ooo! I'd love to be in on the polish exchange this time around. I have stuff to share now.

Also, never tried kombucha but think I'll hold off until I can try the stuff at Steph's brother's brewpub because that sounds like it tastes good.

I ate fried chicken today. It was delicious but it gave me acid indigestion. I haven't had it in like a year. Totally unfair of my body to penalize me in this way.

OKAY! YAY! I have stuff that could go in the box if it came around again too.

Ooo! I'd love to be in on the polish exchange this time around. I have stuff to share now.

awesome!

I am the last person in the chain, so once it gets to me I will post something about the next round.