Hello hello.
Yes, quinoa for breakfast again. It might not scream “sleepover,” but trust me—this meal fits right into one. I loved sleepovers as a kid.
Well, sort of. I only truly loved them when my best friend from across the street was there. If the sleepover was too far from home I’d get anxious and want to come back. Not much has changed.
We had the best sleepovers—usually on Saturday nights after watching SNICK. Please tell me you remember SNICK. During that time we would inhale an entire bag of cheddar Chex Mix like it was our signature snack. Most sleepovers happened in the living room with sleeping bags, pillow forts and stacks of blankets. One time we insisted on sleeping outside and ended up in a tent with her dad on a cot on the patio.
That about sums up my camping experience. Woods, outhouses and bugs have never been my thing.
The morning after, we sometimes made videos—like rating our favorite Bath & Body Works scents back when there were only a handful of options. Country apple and cucumber melon ruled the day. We also talked about 90210 incessantly.
Sleepovers were the bane of my mom’s existence—maybe because she had three kids to manage, but mostly because a sleepover meant staying up as late as possible and then being absolute brats for days from exhaustion. There was nothing like staying up late with a friend on a summer night, weekend or snow day—those were the best.
Honestly, my sleepovers from twenty years ago would look a lot like the ones I have now. SNICK might be replaced by a Nicholas Sparks marathon, cheddar Chex Mix might be paired with wine, and yes—I’d still talk 90210 and Bath & Body Works scents. The main difference is that I’d serve a trendy grain (seed? whatever) with vegetables cooked in bacon grease because that’s the only way I’ll eat them, and top everything with a runny, dippy egg.
That actually sounds pretty fun. What time can you be here?
