Because I have copious time on my hands, and zero critical stressors that are eating at my brain like some parasitic monster, I have taken to reading a lot of poetry recently.
There is the obvious beauty of "Time is a Mother" by Ocean Vuong, the old reliability of Neruda's odes to simple things. They are tiny moments of escape, inviting wonder, demanding pause.
There are few things I day dream of more than a perfect buffalo chicken dip. Buff dip, puppies and toppling the New World Order. That's about 98% of it.
That said, our Super Bowl Snacks site is LIVE! We have the dip, chili, Mei Mei cheeseburger dumplings, smoked meats from the Rusty Can `and more. We don't sell the sweatpants or the group of 6 folks to come over and eat it all but I wish we did.
Tim and I adopted two kids this summer. Ages 12 and 9. They are whirling dervishes of energy, Legos and crumbs and a general stickiness. We are trying to provide soft landing through the ennui of routine; spelling homework at night, chores, soccer practice, pancakes on Saturdays.
We asked Brian who is a Fam Din OG, avid hiker, piano tuner and customer service guru, to pen this week's newsletter. He's also a Red Sox fanatic and a man of many plaids. He is part of the gloriously weird and wonderful fabric that is this team of people. People we love with our whole hearts and we want to share them and their views of the Fam Din community with you.
