When I was about 8 or 9 I got my first real bike with gears and brakes on the handle bars. It was white with pink Pollock-esque paint splatters.
At least that is my recollection.
I still remember coming out Christmas morning and there it was, perfectly upright with a shiny new kick-stand, illuminated by the tree's lights.
For weeks I would get so excited thinking about it that I would run to the garage, swing open the door and stand there, admiring my metal freedom while contemplating my plans for the summer.
It was Christmas magic. A childhood feast for the imagination. Perfection.
Many years have passed since that Christmas, but I recently discovered that it is still possible to feel that joy, that bliss, that excitement.
Let me introduce you.
Oh, hello, you. Little darling, you are.
I have wanted one of these for years and Macy's recently made me a deal that I just couldn't refuse. Never pay full price for anything at Macy's - it will always go on sale eventually.
That is a lesson for the ages.
Layer by layer, my Le Creuset emerged.
In the words of Randy Quaid from one of my favorite films, Christmas Vacation, "She's a real beaut, Clark."
Oh the soups and the stews. The breads and the roasts. The meals big and small.
I love my new French oven. I can't stop looking at it. To many, it may just seem like another kitchen pot, but to me it is a vessel of opportunity.
Now, the question is - what to make first...