Chex Mix. Party Mix. Whatever you call it it is sometimes the answer to what ails me and this past week it was. I ordered all my missing ingredients on Amazon (gotta love how many Amazon boxes I have recycled since March) and before long I had a big ole bowl of Chex Mix.
Why does that matter? In the big scheme of things it really doesn’t but instead of doing one more post about Covid – 19 and how it is seriously bumming me out I channeled my supreme culinary capabilities and made some Chex Mix. Did it solve anything?
Nope, not one thing.
But it made me feel better and provided me with some comfort that I was craving at that particular time.
Chex Mix was always a thing in my family but normally it was around Christmas time that it became a thing. Imagine my excitement when I realized it was NOT a seasonal snack but something that I could enjoy anytime I wanted to. Hallelujah!
This week is going to be a good one . I can feel it in my bones. A trip to the Biltmore with a friend to see the Rose Garden and the long awaited hair cut and color after 3 months will hopefully help me feel a little bit more presentable.
And endless Chex Mix. Those boxes make a lot. What are your plans for the week? I would love to hear all about them in the comments. Remember to Comment for a Cause for NAMI . Each comment on any blog post this month means a 50 cent donation to National Association on Mental Illness. Thanks in advance for your comments.