Last night, I had the distinct honor of introducing my 8-year old daughter to limericks. She happened on the word “limerick” in a book she was reading about an Irish family and some adventure of some sort (I didn’t read it, ok). I gently corrected her pronunciation “lime rick” with “limmerick”. She asked, “What’s a limerick?”
It had been quite a while since I remembered last reading or hearing a limerick, but I remembered instantly it was a form of poem. I went to the internet to give proper examples. I read a few and asked if she had noticed a pattern. Not yet. I read her a couple more, and it started to sink in.
But what else started to sink in was that warm nostalgic feeling when something is distantly familiar. I knew I liked a limerick that I first heard when I was around her age. But what was it? I remembered it being unconventional. Piece by piece, it started to come back to me. Continue reading
I love Pecan Pie!! I love Costco Pecan Pie!! For years, it was a tradition on my birthday in November to pickup a giant Costco pecan pie and share it with my pecan-loving friends and family. Costco broke that tradition by moving their bake schedule a week later to after my birthday.