today is the 91st anneversary of the boston molasses massacre.
(in the last week, i've typed the word molasses so many times, its ridiculous).
i could type out for you all the details,
but instead i'll just post the link for you to read up on yourself.
rather interesting and wholly ridiculous.
tonight chris and i are hosting a memorial to the event,
wherein we partake in all things molasses,
all things storytelling.
because in life there is nothing like a good story,
and this little molasses hiccup is a great story.
i'm making a pot of boston baked beans,
and because of the crazy stormy weather calling for something delicious and hot,
until this story, i don't think that i knew molasses was a by product of rum and whiskey.
the two kids are busy watercolor painting in the kitchen,
its fun to overhear them share their idea's,
their translations of what they've put down on paper.