Duck

As recommended to me by Matisse, here are things having to do with the word “duck” from this week:

Mom was cleaning out an old cookie cutter drawer with Lexi when she came across a duck pen. Lexi just said to throw it away, but Mom said, “No. This is my cute duck pen––I want to keep it!” Really, it was just one of those freebie duck pens from Aflac. Kudos to Aflac making a “cute” pen.

When I was helping at Sister Keller’s house this week, I helped her to prepare dinner for their family. She gave me the recipe for a Thai coconut soup and I began throwing things together in the big pot. All of the ingredients looked delicious: coconut milk, ginger, lemon grass, chicken, onions, etc. After letting the soup simmer for a few minutes, I thought to myself, “Something smells like a duck…what in the world is it!?” Then I realized it was the soup. You would think it would smell delicious from all of the tasty ingredients, but really it ended up smelling like the color brown. It’s like when you mix the colors of the rainbow together expecting something beautiful only to get that nasty color.

Driving to to pick up Chelsea (Lexi’s friend) at her house in Daybreak, I looked over at the frozen pond in the neighborhood and saw all of the ducks huddled in one corner where the water was not frozen. Quite uneventful, but nonetheless had to do with the word “duck.”