Forty-Two

The time has come to commence my 13th annual birthday list. My friend Daisy helped me kick it off last weekend.

First, she helped me make a paper circuit (which I had never heard of before) at a great family makerspace called Parts and Crafts. We visited on a Saturday afternoon and it was buzzing with kids working on sewing projects, building vehicles with plastic wheels, and soldering who knows what.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Next, we went to Winter Hill Brewing for lunch, where I drank a “Somerville Specific,” a very interesting IPA, and ate a lovely chickpea burger with rosemary fries. I love beer and all, but give me rosemary on anything and I’m a patron for life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My third and last item that weekend is something that I’m still coming to terms with…

I tried bone marrow. And oxtail for that matter.

We went to Toro, a Spanish tapas restaurant, for lunch. Daisy gently encouraged me to try the bone marrow, since a recurring item on my birthday lists is to try a food I haven’t eaten before.

There was a lot of oxtail on top of the bone marrow, which was probably a good thing. I kind of sort of tasted the bone marrow. I don’t think it tasted like much, but I was too overwhelmed by the idea of eating bone marrow to really pay attention.

 

 

 

 

 

Six months and 39 more items to go! Have any ideas for my list?