Trevor and I have been doing some house research the past few weeks. It’s exciting and scary and I can’t wait to leave my tiny kitchen behind. We’re not quite ready to upgrade our condo yet, but we’re gathering information for when we do.
There is one thing I have learned so far… my dream kitchen only exists in multi-million dollar homes.
It’s really quite unfortunate.
When I went to Japan last month, I went with my best girlfriends that I’ve known since middle school. With that, Trevor wasn’t allowed to come along. Woo girls’ trip!
Not wanting to spend 2 weeks by himself at home, he planned his own trip with his brother, to wander around Alaska.
He had amazing time and took some of the most beautiful landscape photos I’ve ever seen. He brought back two pieces of information that he wanted discuss with me.
1 – Husky puppies at sled dog kennels are adorable (omg super jealous).
2 – There was some sort of lemon white chocolate cookie he ate while he was in Alaska that I had to go figure out how to make.
When you live in Seattle, sometimes you have to insert your own sunshine into your days.
Especially when September rolls around and gorgeous summer days turn into gray rainyness. Rainyness that lasts for at least the next 8 months.
Don’t get me wrong, I love living here, but sometimes you just need some sunshiney yellow.
In the form of a soft, pillowy cookie, delicate like a tender cake.
I love getting inspired by a good farmer’s market. Fruits of all colours, honey from local bees, fresh cider…
or alcoholic cider in this case.
Crêpes. Crêpes filled with delicious goodness for lunch, not just dessert.
That last part wasn’t really as much about farmer’s markets in general, but it’s part of my farmer’s market and it’s very important.
It’s the time of year for my local farmer’s market to have raspberries. Deeply coloured raspberries, glinting in the sun like baskets of rubies. How does one deny such a find?
You don’t. Not on your crêpes or in your baking. You give in, and you enjoy.
So although they were saved, the turnovers for Trevor didn’t quite go as planned. Also, I only saved 5 or 6 of them for him at home while I brought a couple dozen to work.
To maintain a stable marriage, I really had to bake him something else and keep it all at home, just to make sure he knew that he didn’t just always get the dregs of whatever was leftover after my coworkers were done with it.
Also, he had some tummy aches this week and I felt sorry for him. Poor dude.
There’s one thing when you’re getting married that can be scary even if you feel 100% positive about anything and everything to do with your fiance. In the end you’re not just marrying him, you’re marrying his family. Television depicts parents-in-law as only existing to run your household against your wishes and never believe you to be good enough for their perfect little boy or girl. There’s even that JLo movie entitled Monster-in-Law.
Well I’m here to say that my mother-in-law is a sweetheart.
She loves puppies, she makes ridiculously good lasagna and she taught me how to make pie crust. She’s also one of those ladies that you just want to hug for no reason because she seems so happy all the time that you hope some of the happy will rub off on you.
And in case you weren’t sure she was a sweetheart, she recently sent me this in the mail:
How could you not adore a woman who sends recipes that look like this in mail?