The Meandering Thoughts of Jan

Since Thanksgiving was just last week, I have to share about the killer yams I made.  (Killer meaning awesome, delicious, delightful, etc. not deadly; because that wouldn’t be a very happy Thanksgiving, now would it.)  We spent Thanksgiving with my family this year.  My family always seems shocked when I can cook.  I think this stems back to my freshman year of college, which greatly affected my view of cooking.  Too often I would see young men come lurking around dinnertime looking for free handouts.  I wasn’t amused.  I was too prideful to follow the old saying that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Plus, being a poor college student, I couldn’t afford it.  The only time I made food for young men was for holidays or as a thank you if they helped me out with something.  They had to earn their meals from me.  (My husband earned many meals by buying me a ring.)  Because of my lack of cooking, many assumed it meant I didn’t know how to cook.  While I’m not a master of culi

Hi, my name is Jan. I’m married to a man named Dan. And if this were a Dr. Suess book, we would live in a can and drive a sedan. We actually live in a basement apartment, a very stereotypical newlywed abode. Dan and I have been married for 5.5 weeks, so yeah, I’m hitting the veteran status now. (I can feel those who have been married for more than 3 months laughing at my newness as we speak.) Thus far, I’m really enjoying married life. My love is also my friend and life is fun. I’ve grown accustom to being “we” instead of “me”, which definitely has its benefits. I’ve been fine sharing things like the car, the bed and the toaster. However, the one thing I kind of miss as my own is my blog. Call me selfish (or don’t because it might hurt my feelings) but I miss having my own cozy little spot on the world wide web to share the random studies I find, give book reviews and tell you about the crazy lady in front of me in the grocery line. You know, those type of meaningful things