Boy, have I been cranky today. I think it's because the weather's heating up, and I have an unofficial motto: Heat and humidity are my two most formidable enemies. Or maybe it's a quasi-period/PMS thing. Or innate ill temper. How cranky am I? I picked a fight with Mr. Tangerine about the proper way to slice a pineapple and stomped out of the kitchen. (In the interest of thoroughness, it should be noted that he ended up cutting off the skin just like I said to.)
Lunch today was grilled turkey dogs and grilled pineapple slices (basted with a blend of butter, brown sugar, vanilla, cinnamon, and a hint of ground ginger). Upping the Polynesian vibe, the hot dogs were served on Hawaiian rolls. I opted to accompany my meal with a glass of Riesling, and you know what? I'm feeling much less cranky, and I haven't even finished the glass yet.
Tertia and Her Feral Lowness are right. Wine is a lovely habit. It adds a soupçon of uncrankiness to the harried mother's day.