My weeks seem defined by the amount of homework. This week, for example, has 4 tests and 8 homework assignments. I realized that it’s become a habit as of late to see my week through the lens of homework. So, instead I tried to look at it through a lens which I wore a bit more often in Colorado: the “how many weird/exciting things did I get to do” lens. So, if I started this post over, it would look more like…
The one thing I didn’t expect to happen, happened this week! I made peanut butter in my Vitamix blender! I don’t think either you or I expected that…it all started when Payton and I wanted to make another banana-peanut-butter-flax-chocolate-etc milkshake and forgot that we were out of milk (major mistake, I know). Out of desperation we bartered with the neighbors for some milk in return for some of the finished yumminess. She thought we made our own peanut butter because it tasted like hers (she has the same blender). I was like, “Wait, the blender makes peanut butter too!” Long story short, I bought a jar of peanuts and watched her maneuver the blender and viola, yummy peanut butter! (Okay, so the picture looks gross–I was debating whether or not to even post it–gross or not, it was delightful.)
I finally asked my other neighbor for her yogurt recipe, which I’ve been envious of since we ate pancakes at her house a few weeks ago. It made practically perfect yogurt and was very easy! (Again, you don’t really need to see a picture of the yogurt, but I think pictures are a lot more fun, so here’s one of the yogurt looking out toward Jackson through the gloom.)
And finally, here is the crowning glory of happenings for last week…*drumroll*
Can you guess what it is? I’ll give you a hint: We haven’t had one of these since we bought the car. We survived a Colorado winter and and Michigan winter (just barely) without one.
Yep. A washer-fluid reservoir. We’ve only used half a bottle of washer fluid all winter because we had to spray it on the windshield with a spray bottle! Or, if the road was slushy, you could play this game with the big trucks and pause just long enough near their back tires while passing to pick up spray to clean the windshield. The reasons we didn’t get one until now are too thick to wade through on a blog, but thanks to a friend here at school and Payton’s perseverance, we are back in business, freely spraying washer fluid just because we can! We’ve driven cross country and through several blizzards without one–it’s not something I recommend though.