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Time traveler …. the finale.

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Yes, I’ve finally reached the end of words that were added to the dictionary in the year of my birth.

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It’s been an enlightening journey.

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Umami. In Japanese it means “essence of deliciousness”, but you might know it better as MSG.

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Wagyu , a heavily marbled Japanese beef. I can’t say I’ve ever tried it but it’s supposed to be fabulous. And it better be, I read they give the cows beer to stimulate their appetites and massage them with Saki. At least they meet their end happy.

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Yay. Seeing that this was the year I graced the planet with my presence, this word needs no explanation.

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Zester. River loves her some citrus so I’m thrilled to take credit for this handy dandy kitchen tool.

Lemon zest makes everything better, and if you’ve never tried it? Add a pinch to your lemon drop martini.

Cheers!

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Time Traveler Part 3

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Let’s word.

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My birth year seems to have been full of scientific additions that mean absolutely nothing to me.

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But dragon fruit? I had a martini made from those once and it was lovely.

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Elevator music? Great, the next time Barry Manilow comes on at the mall everyone will blame me.

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Fetal position? I’m ashamed to say I have assumed that after a night of too many martinis…. and it was far from lovely.

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Hotdog? Now that I think about it my mother always called them frankfurters. Maybe she was a Rocky Horror Picture Show fan after all.

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And finally Japanese quail, which now that I think about it…. looks a little bit like me after a years worth of non stop Covid lockdown cooking and eating.

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Time Traveler Part 2.

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More words from the year of my birth.

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Clearly I was born in a strange year.

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Consigliere?

Leave the gun, take the cannoli’ Best movie quote… ever.

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Cryoprobe.

I don’t know what it’s used for, but my sphincter is tightening just thinking about it.

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Delete key. Now we’re talking! I’ve been correcting my husband’s reports and letters for 37 years… it is my very favorite button.

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Diddly squat. A strange turn of phrase if ever there was one.

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