I think I've discovered the perfect use for M&M Minis. I'd been thinking about it for a while, and tonight I had the craving, so I put my hypothesis to the test: A box of Mini M&Ms as topping for a bowl of vanilla ice cream.

Perfect.

So that's the extent of excitement for my day today. I don't generally file an entry when I have so little to say, but I was tired of that entry being my most recent. Time to move on.

Late this afternoon I was out exchanging a duplicate book from my Christmas gifts and stopped to fill up my gas tank on the way home. I took the long route from the gas station home, and happened to be passing over a brige on the way. Looking off to the west I saw the red-streaked sky above the just-departed sun. Then I noticed something off to my left, the east. I looked, and it was the moon, just risen over the horizon, larger than normal because it was juxtaposed against the Earth, hanging there over the hills of Atlantic Highlands. The Moon hangs like a question mark -- pale as milk, bold as a promise. (Michael Timmins, Cowboy Junkies) Over the bridge, I headed for the boat ramp and stopped there, looking out across a frozen inlet of the Navesink River, staring at the Moon and its trail of light across the frozen water. I set up my tripod and took a few photos, pausing as I watched some clouds glide across its face, obscuring it for a moment.

It was a little quiet time for Dan. And I was freezing.

So later, when I got home from dinner, I scooped out a bowl of ice cream and put a tiny box of Mini M&Ms on top and enjoyed the melding of chocolate with vanilla and the smearing of red, blue, green, orange and brown in the white cream. Each bite brought an extra hit of sugar from the candy coating. Mmmm...

It just may have made Homer Simpson proud.