Garlic. When I was young, my mom taught me how to make garlic bread by slicing a loaf of french bread, melting butter, adding garlic salt, and brushing it on the bread before popping it all in the oven. That garlic salt was my gateway drug. I’ve moved on to the harder stuff. Fresh garlic. Minced and tossed with parmesan and hot pasta, roasted with chicken or pork or potatoes, sauteed with onions and ginger… yes please.

Gorgonzola salad dressing from Johnny Carino’s. It really is that good. And if you ask nicely, they’ll sell you a half-pint to take home.

Girlfriends. Mine, not Aaron’s, which would lead to a totally different kind of list. They are rad. And they’re probably cooler than yours. I’m just sayin’.

Google. Remember when we had to physically go to the library and look stuff up using the card catalog or an actual encyclopedia? Also, it’s fun to say, “I googled it.” It sounds dirty, but it’s not!

Geeks. I’m especially partial to the one I married. Not only because he makes a living being an artistic geek, but also because he can fix my computer. He can fix your computer too, if you’re really nice to us.

Generosity. I am surrounded by it. I don’t have to look far at all to find someone willing to lend a hand, or a truck, or a cup of sugar. I have much to learn, and feel lucky to have so many great instructors close by.

Good enough. Sometimes, there’s no time for perfect. Sometimes there’s not even a reason for perfect. I am trying to let go of those things that I think ought to be perfect and accept that “good enough” is okay.

Hold your horses for “h“. Hopefully, it won’t be as hard as ‘g’!