Twenty-eleven is here and we started the year off the same way we have started every year since 1999, with our son’s birthday. This year was extra special because the date was 1/1/11. It would have been cool if he had turned 11, but he turned 12 instead. As you may guess, puberty prevails these days. He has a small “mustache” on the corners of his mouth, and he is almost as big as me and weighs almost as much. He is growing too fast and so much is changing. Sometimes, I get a little sad to see the little guy growing up.
Our final week of 2010 was spent enjoying the snow from our beautiful white Christmas. It was the first white Christmas I can remember. I didn’t mind it at all. There was something serene and cozy about being snowed-in. Christmas 2010 will be one we fondly remember for a long time.
Ian’s Christmas gift to me was a handcrafted Maple wood bowl.
As I wrote in my previous post, I was anticipating to roast my first ever “pulled pork” and I am happy to say that I pulled it off. Literally! Well, I roasted it and my hubby pulled it when it was done. The method I chose was slowly roasting uncovered at 325 degrees F (basting every hour) until the internal temperature reaches 180. It was tender and delicious and lasted for days and days. In many ways, that was a bad thing. I think I’ve met my pork quota for the next two years.
There was something funny about sprinkling Kosher salt on the pork that made my hubby chuckle. I know there isn’t anything wrong with it…I guess you had to be there.
Finally, with another new year comes another birthday for me, in 10 days! UGH! Seriously, I don’t dread my birthdays as much as I use to. I attribute this to diet and exercise, though they were on hiatus for the past month. Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t learned how to embrace my age, partly because I still feel like I should be in my late 20’s. I have a hard time accepting that I can no longer say I am thirty-something. Where have the years gone? However, my son’s friend told me he thought I was 25, (which was ridiculously WAY off) and so I couldn’t help but to be flattered…just a little. 😉