The Viking

I am very much an introvert. But until a few months ago, I didn’t fully understand the word, or where I fell on the introvert-extrovert spectrum. That was until I read the book Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking by Susan Cain. It’s worth reading, regardless of whether you are one or not. I’m glad I read it, because it was the single most validating book I have ever read, and it’s not even meant to be a self-help book.

One thing Cain’s book made me realize is that I’m drawn to extroverts. In fact, a couple of my closest girlfriends, including Weather Girl, are extroverts, and I now understand (and appreciate deeply) that they keep me connected socially much more than I’m capable of. I’m shy, and I don’t crave company constantly, so I don’t seek out people to fill in the gaps. I know there are close friends I can call if I’m lonely, but that rarely happens. I also understand that I depend on them to introduce me to new (and great) people.

Like The Viking. Weather Girl brought him into our circle not too long ago, and I instantly fell deeply in like with him. He’s tall, handsome, of Danish descent, and best of all, hilarious. No, I take that back – best of all is that he loves food and cooking almost as much as I do. For you nosy Nellies, if you must know, we are just friends. (Though there is talk of marriage – plural marriage, to be precise. But truth be told, I’m just not sure he’s ready. We’ve got more talking to do.)

For now, the relationship consists mostly of food-texting.* There is a lot of “what-I’m-eating-is-better-than-what-you’re-eating” business, which inevitably regresses into complete nonsense. Which I love. And which is why I will probably say yes when he finally asks me to be his first of 5 wives.

One series of texts began with me asking him what he’d like me to cook for his approaching birthday party. His texts are on the left, mine are in green on the right.


This eventually devolved into the following mess. It started as an “endangered animal meal contest”, which, you know, people do all the time. But the rules loosened as we went, thank goodness, and the winner was just your average non-endangered species meal.**


And for the record, we would never, ever, ever eat endangered animals.

More Food, Less Pain,

*If my brother were writing this he’d probably come up with some awful mash up of that word, like “fooxting” or “fexting”, but luckily I’m feeling better today and can write my own blog post thank-you-very-much. 

**Favorite Niece actually came up with the “Fox and Beans”, and a couple others. Please don’t tell my future husband and/or sister-wives.


3 thoughts on “The Viking

  1. oh, and have you ever taken the myers-Briggs test? I have a secret talent for guessing people's 4 letters… (I first took it as a senior at Rogers in psychology class– what was that teacher's name?). Maybe THAT's what I should post about today!

  2. I love NaBloPoMo month! A daily giggle or ah-hah or yeah …. I'm picking up what you're putting down. Thanks for your dedication! (And, please teach me how to cook some tasty winter soups! )

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