How You Know You're Lucky

Being in your 30's is tough. No joke. I'm not sure how I didn't see it coming, but it definitely was a trick. There's expectation to be somewhere in your life and yet if you don't have certain boxes checked there's a sense of failure or angst when in reality there are no rules for life. Each life is a different story with a different path.

And in your 30's you can normally take on more risk, but you also have a deeper sense of reality. The two battle with each other and many times you forget to live your life. I'm here to remind you not to forget to count your lucky stars and remember all those accomplishments that make you lucky.

My husband works a ton. He also never complains. I complain a ton and he never calls me out on it. I'm pretty lucky.

We live in a house, an older house, one with never-ending renovations. I don't have a dishwasher, and I'm down a bathroom. I can't imagine living anywhere else. Definitely lucky.

That's wood paneling and a puke green wall!

Miss Lucy. She jumps up on people because she's SOOO excited to say hello. And she's sandy - All. The. Time. I'm pretty sure I'm lucky.

I have a dwindling number of best friends because life moves on. But those best friends, across the country no less, take wine and cheese very seriously. Lucky, no doubt.

My family is AMAZING. We aren't normal, but we're real and I think everyone should be jealous about that. I was born into that luck.

That's my cousin, teaching the rest of us cousins - she's now a teacher, go figure!

I can cook a meal and bake a cake to create memories with said friends and family. Being able to do that is part luck and part skill. I feel lucky to have both.

 

I. AM. LUCKY!

Getaway Partners

I want to travel the world. All. The. Time. But since my partner-in-crime says that's not reality, (he should really be nicer, no?) I travel more in my head than in real life. This year we're taking a lot of weekend trips and as much as I want to go away for one full week, these little trips give me peace. And coffee. And food. And more love for my getaway partner.

First up, Portland Maine. I think I'm going to move there. Wait, let me rephrase. I will move there when it's sunny, I think all the snow might put me into a constant state of temper tantrums.We stayed at the Inn By The Sea and I'm going to live there when I grow up. They allow dogs, that's right dogs! That means the famous Lucy can come next time - you know cause she's so well behaved and all.

So here's where our travels took us - don't judge because it's all food and shopping related.

Pour-Over Coffee Shop (Speckled AX), yes please. I don't think either of us stopped smiling while in there.

Standard Baking Company cookbook and these nautical gems.

Oysters and wine for lunch while sitting with locals at J's Oysters

Wine & Cheese picnic on our bed (we were very neat, we promise!)

Rose bubbly is my new friend.

Cookies before bed.

Cinnamon roll the size of my head courtesy of The Good Table...

 

...and Lucky Charms mugs

Here's to another fantastic weekend filled with food and travel partner love!

Dear Chicken Thighs: I Adore You

Let me be clear there are MANY days I don't feel like cooking. Well actually it has more to do with time and ingredients and tiredness. But then I feel bad because our beachy little town doesn't have an overabundance of awesome takeout options - some, but not a ton.

But then there are dishes that come together when:
a: I don't want to cook
b: I have slim pickings of ingredients
c: I an tired

and it turns out so perfectly that I forget I never wanted to cook in the first place. And all is right in the world - well, my world at least.

Let's talk chicken. I used to only buy and eat boneless skinless chicken breasts. Then I smartened up and realized chicken thighs have a whole repertoire of recipes that I just adore. And they can make a Friday night throw-together meal feel a bit more fancy. We like fancy over here (fancy as in we ate dinner in our workout gear, but wine was included so it counts).

The ingredients 
chicken thighs (bone-in, skin on)
prosciutto slices - cut in half)
brie - cut into thin slices
1 Tbsp olive oil
salt + pepper

The "recipe"
First make an assembly line - prosciutto slices, brie slices and salt + pepper. Take your fingers and separate the skin from the chicken thighs making sure it still stays attached - you are essentially creating a pocket for more flavor.

Place half a slice of prosciutto and 1-2 slices of brie under the skin of each chicken thigh. Then salt + pepper the skin of each chicken thigh.

Heat 1 Tbsp of olive oil over medium high heat in a large pan . Once heated, place each chicken thigh skin side down into the pan. It's best to do this with your hands (probably not safe, but it's the best way!). This is going to seal the skin and make sure your pocket of flavor stays in place.

You want to turn each piece of chicken over once it does not stick to the pan and it has formed a nice golden crust (if it is sticking to the pan, walk away slowly - the chicken needs some time alone). This is about 5 minutes on each side, depending on how big your chicken thighs are.Cook on the other side for another 3-5 minutes and then....

you have dinner, or as we like to call it Fancy Friday Night.

Take This Tuesday!

Oh, the last time I posted was March 25th - let's ignore that okay? And instead we can talk about food and family and Tuesdays. I knew you were thinking the same thing. So has anyone ever had a weekend that needs a redo? We just had one over here - not that it was bad, just felt like our black travel cloud reared it's ugly head and so yeah. But there's lots of good stuff too.

Like when your aunt who's also your godmother sneaks you Greek cookies and Easter bread and you can eat them in the car and on Tuesday for breakfast.

Or when you get to test out a new funfetti cupcake recipe for a new Mom. And she eats them even though your heart tells you the batter is dry. (Oh and she's one of the most natural new mommies that one ever did meet!)

And then there's leftovers from Easter of one of your favorite dishes. And you've tried to recreate it but of course there is no family recipe written down and you have no idea why yours keeps coming out too dry. (yeah, apparently we ate this before taking any pictures)

Of course this smiley face. If you can guess how old she is, you'll win a prize. (Disclaimer: I have no idea what that prize is)

And raw fish, oysters and tuna to be exact. At the restaurant that is your brother's dream and now your life. And you love it all.

All of this makes a 7-hour drive (that was only supposed to be 3) seem doable and even fun. Now on to this Tuesday. Show me what you got!

Spilling Secrets - Take 1

Hey y'all, did you miss me? I missed me, but I'm back so you don't have to worry one little bit. It's been a crazy, um, weeks, but it's okay let's regroup.

I've decided to let you into my little world and spill some secrets that you may not know about me. It's like we're besties and I'm spilling. Why? Because it's good for the soul and sometimes that's all that one needs.

I get antsy, like a lot. Like more than the normal human being. Thankfully my partner-in-crime knows how to calm me down and reminds me to live the day instead of two days from now. It's a constant struggle, but I'm trying.

I pretend having Lucy is like having a child. For some reason in my mind I equate it to being a parent. I know it's ridiculous, but it's kinda not at the same time. I mean have you seen her cute face? And I know what she would say if she could talk - trust me.

Yes, she is carrying a ball in her mouth on her walk - don't ask.

I take on too much in life and then I throw temper tantrums. And then I'm basically told to go calm down by my lovely partner-in-crime. This is a serious problem as I'm not in kindergarten. But I don't want any opportunity to pass me by so I take it on instead.

This is me pre-kindergarten, but you get the idea. Also, how cute is my Mom dressing us in clashing stripes.

I will always choose chocolate sprinkles over colored. The colored ones taste weird to me. Which is shocking because I love jellybeans. Like really LOVE.

The amazing "condiment" bar at CreYo

I always feel uncool. I used to stress about this, but now I kind of shine in this nerdy spotlight. I've embraced my uncoolness and somehow it's made me so at ease with myself.

I don't like bacon. Like at all. I can't even elaborate on this.

I celebrate my birthday for an entire week. I think everyone should. I mean what's the harm in more champagne, more cupcakes and more treats? Nothing at all.

Let the celebration begin!

Put On Your Fancy Pants (Insert Giggles)!

You know what's hilarious? Conference calls where your friend (who lives in another state) giggles like she's 5-years old. It then starts a chain reaction of laughing by me. Then you wind up leaving that job, but it doesn't matter because you and this friend still call each other to giggle. Yes, we are both over 30. (Hi, Brandi, miss ya!)

It's also funny when someone requests to be mentioned in your blog. Poor Brandi, she thinks she's going to become famous from Food Beautiful, but that's really only for Lucy.

So in my quest to understand champagne, Miss Brandi sent me this beautiful bottle.

I had to Google it (do you all remember life before Google, I do, I was more confused) because as you know I have no champagne knowledge. Just that it tastes good. Well most of it.

Pommery Brut Royal, sounds fancy, right? Well, I felt pretty fancy drinking it. I believe champagne should make you feel a bit special. Even when you drink it in your 10-yr old sweats while doing work by the fire. It makes those sweats feel like fancy pants. So here's what the experts say about this bottle:

critical acclaim:

"Lightly toasty, with a lively bead and flavors of poached pear, dried apricot, brioche and honey. Displays chalkiness without being too angular, and culminates in a lasting, apple-tinged finish."

90 Points

Wine Spectator 

How fancy are these!

All I know is that this drink was yum! It tasted light but special and all around good. Definitely on the hunt to buy a couple more bottles...you, know so I can put on those 10-yr old sweats, sit by the fire and make the night a little more special!

I'm REALLY Hungry

And why is this news to you, it just is, read on and you'll understand. Let's start with some housekeeping items. Sidenote: Does anyone understand that phrase - I don't and it always confuses me. 

It's really cold here, but before the bitter blast we had this awesome warm weather. Lucy likes the sun on her face. She takes after her Mom (I'm her Mom in case any of you were confused)

I'm obsessing, no OBSESSING over this bag. I want to purchase it, but then this little voice tells me not to. Do you think my partner-in-crime has brainwashed me?

See it here!

Sore Muscle Update: For those of you that do crossfit (and those of you that don't) it's a humbling experience. Every single time I go. Someone once told me the day you aren't nervous for the workouts means there's something wrong. So that means I'm normal right?

And now on to food and my lovely hunger. I heart chocolate and wine, no lie.

Peanut Butter Truffles, yes please

But why is this a topic of conversation you ask? Well, this hunger is a welcome feeling after weeks of not wanting to eat and not enjoying a single bite. A food lover's worst nightmare. Back in November I was diagnosed with gastroparesis, which is basically the body's inability to digest properly. There's no reason people have it, it's unknown why or how you get it and many times it doesn't cause any harm. But then there are times when it's super yucky and bad - makes you seriously nausea, you have no appetite, and makes it hard to eat. Like really hard. And as someone who wants to be healthy I wanted answers. There were none, it was trial and error. And 8 weeks later today I have found my appetite.

Love the art of sharing bread at a table

I'm so happy I could jump for joy - or really just eat a cupcake and a coffee and just be. Not think about if I'll be okay, not worry if I'm being annoying to the nurse, not over-analyze every little thing I eat.

Beautiful dessert made by my bro

And that, my friends, is why I won't take food for granted, I won't underestimate its purpose and I'll enjoy every bit. For my body and my soul.