Do you resemble a certain member of your family?
But first, another shot from dinner at the Clay Pit.
And a close up, because when I was looking at this photo, I saw something that made me stop short. It’s super-obvious who takes after whom in our family: I am my mom and my sister is my dad. (Actually, my sister is my cousin Julie. Those two could be twins. But that’s another story.) I never thought I looked anything like my dad. He is short, dark-skinned, and built for power, while I’m lanky and paler-than-pale, without exhibiting a single physical trace of his Italian heritage. But lo and behold, we do share something: My dad and I have the same eyebrows that curve in the exact same place.
Hmmm, well maybe that just means we share a common way of posing for photos. But in any case, I thought it was cool to catch a hint that perhaps I wasn’t dropped off by the stork after all.
By the way, does anyone else sense the need for a Friends reference? Joey: My identical hand twin! The person whose hands are exactly like mine! This thing is a gold mine! Now you’re all going to think I’m strange for putting so much stock—an entire paragraph’s worth—into the subject of eyebrows. Hey, I never claimed to be normal. Normal is so boring.
Something else my dad and I share: a love of chewy breakfast grains (He’s a huge steel-cut oatmeal fan, but I’m quickly selling him on the wonders of bulgur beyond the world of tabbouleh.) When he offered to make me breakfast on Monday morning (my birthday morning), I jumped at the chance. After a glorious run (It’s finally cooling off; no more 90-degree mornings!), I came home to find breakfast waiting for me. And what a breakfast it was!
 Dad made three servings of Cinnamon-Raisin Breakfast Pudding. (I added the flowers.) He’d better watch out; I might have to start asking him to make me breakfast every day! (Well, maybe not. I enjoy concocting my own breakfast experiments. But sometimes it’s nice to be waited on.) When I came in from my run, Momma Bear, Pappa Bear, and CCK Bear sat down to a perfect family breakfast, after which it was time to open presents. The breakfast was delicious, the present-opening was exciting (duh), but the best part was spending quality time with the people I love. If you had my parents you’d want to hang out with them too. They are two incredible people (and I’m not just saying that to suck up to Dad so he’ll make me breakfast again).
Cinnamon Breakfast Pudding
- 1 serving cooked bulgur or oatmeal (See: How to Cook Bulgur)
- 1/8 cup (or more) Silk creamer
- sweetener to taste
- generous shake of cinnamon
- handful of raisins
- optional: chopped walnuts
Put the cooked bulgur (or other grain) in your blending gadget (such as a Magic Bullet short cup). Add everything else. Blend! Now add in the raisins and optional walnuts.
Sharing time!
Do you like spending time with your family?
And do you resemble a certain member of your family? Or maybe you all look alike?
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Hey,
I love spending time with my family too. I still live at home but my Mom works in Canada so she’s gone most of the time (3 weeks there and one week home).
I totally look like my mom. People usually think we’re sisters which kinda scares me because I never know if my mom looks so young or I look so old….
I’ve also seen pictures of her when she was younger, one picture especially where we look almost identical (we’re sleeping on the exact same couch, my grandpa had a thing for taking pics of sleeping people)
I seriously hope you don’t mind me commenting on nearly all your posts… I’m just looking for an excuse to declare my workout as finished (and love your blog. Most of all!)
I think that you and your dad also have a similar way to smile! Your teeth are different, but you use the muscles in the same way, and the way your cheeks move (this sound weird, sorry! It’s not meant to be creepy!) is similar!
I look totally alike my dad: pale (though I’m püaler than him), blond, tall, and we have the same… dent (?) in the chin… But my friends say that my mother and I have the same eyes and nose. But she looks pretty italian, I do not! And I’m jealous of her dark skin and hair… Are you also sometimes jealous of the looks (or else) of your family members?
I love comments!
And yes, I have always been (and will always be) jealous of my little sister’s curly hair. I tell her that she needs to be careful or I will steal it in the night. 😉