Today was chilly and rainy, and beautiful.
The earth is greening, and the color is starting to creep up the
mountains, making my morning hikes breathtaking.
This low-temperature day seemed perfect for making the Little Nies
mac & cheese for dinner (Mr. Nielson is at the ranch).
I began the cheese sauce in the oven and boiled the noodles
when Oliver walked into the kitchen, sniffed really hard,
then looked at me in disgust.
"Mom! Not to be rude or anything,
but it totally smells like Utah Lake in here."
First of all, whenever anyone starts off any conversation with:
"not to be rude or anything, BUT...."
You know it's going to be bad.
Second, Utah Lake is a large shallow lake in Provo and
is almost always stinky with tons of oversized fish, like crap carp.
Growing up, Utah Lake always got a bad wrap.
It was polluted and dirty, and no one ever went in it.
The lake has since been cleaned up, and it's beautiful
(but still really stinky at times).
When we had our sailboat, The AuroraMark, you could most often
find our family sailing on its choppy waves.
Anyway, back to my dinner: it turned out to be very delicious
and it resembled nothing like Utah Lake.
Even Ollie ate two helpings worth.
