In a Jam

Colorado was beautiful. Good friends, good food, good weather. What’s not to like? On the way to Estes Park, I was introduced to cherry cider. It’s liquid cherry pie (and we all know how I feel about pie). Patrick and I loaded up on peach syrup, strawberry rhubarb jam and other cherry paraphernalia (thanks, Jenny!), figuring what we didn’t eat would make a great gift.

Despite the fact that I fly relatively often, in my post-wedding fatigue, I somehow managed to forget the liquid rule this time around. I headed through security only to hear the dreaded words: “Bag check.” This was followed by the next dreaded words: “Who’s bag is this?” The officer dangled a black sack precariously over the conveyor belt. Mine.

After being chastised by the security lady who gloved my peach syrup with suspicion, I had to make a choice. Keep or toss. There was no way I was about to throw away more than $20 worth of fruit products. It was time for the mad dash back through the giant Denver airport to check my bag.

But first came the walk of shame. I rearranged my items while The Preserves Police held my bag and waited impatiently. (They don’t let you have your items back when they find something “banned” from carry-on inside until you have left the security area.) I was then escorted by the guard through the weaving line of security stations, past all the other guards and the wondering eyes of all the other passengers in line. I could feel the redness creeping up my cheeks. One guard even half-jokingly asked me as I exited, “Have you been bad?”

Ultimately, I made it back to Southwest’s check-in counter and then back down to security. I was on time for my flight, and am now back in swelteringly hot Texas. Colorado was fun, but that peach syrup had better be good.

peach syrup, strawberry rhubarb jam

The Suspects: Syrup and Jam

Colorado, Colorado

I’m in a very silly mood today. Perhaps it’s because I ate some Pringles. Or perhaps it’s because I’m going to Colorado today for the first time ever. But I’m not done talking about Pringles yet. Does anyone else wonder what happened to the green specs on sour cream and onion Pringles? They’re kind of essential to the Pringles-eating experience. I think it’s a conspiracy against chips.

So back to the point. I have a wedding to attend near Denver, and in addition to looking forward to the festivities, I’m also yearning for a break from the insane Texas heat. I can’t wait to see the Rockies for the first time. And I can’t wait to breathe mountain air. (It’s still somehow allergy season in Texas.) I’m also excited about visiting the Denver Art Museum.

Here’s what I think of whenever I hear the word Colorado. Every time I see a reference to Colorado, I have to say the word twice thanks to Sifl and Olly. Watch the video. Laugh. It’s Friday.