Happy New Years Eve!
Today I'm writing you from...
I'm excited to explore this city...
Unfortunately it's not going to happen this trip. I'm only in Chicago for 12 hours...In a high-rise hotel. Next to the airport. And not by choice.
I missed my connection to Washington DC last night, so I'm catching a flight in a few hours. However, I can't complain because my room came with a complimentary made-to-order breakfast this morning! Woo!
If things go as planned, I'll be ringing in 2011 at this party later tonight :-)
But I digress...
I've LOVED reading about your holiday celebrations over the past week. I always enjoy learning about different family traditions!
This is one of ours...
Santa likes to bring silly gifts.This year, wax lips candy made yet another appearance in our stockings!
The scene Christmas morning...
Inside one of those packages was a pair of size 18 Timberwolves shoes. Alec wears a size 16 and is not a Timberwolves fan. But it was a perfect excuse to act like one! RAWR!
During Christmas dinner, we wore paper crowns, per usual (it's a British tradition!).
Brace yourself...it's not the most visually appealing dessert.
I kid, but it's pretty gosh darn delicious! (Check out the Pioneer Woman's recipe here.)
My dessert of choice was Linzertorte.
I was feeling frisky this year, and decided to try tackling an Austrian dessert delicacy that has intrigued me for some time.
Lesson learned: If you are an inpatient baker, DO NOT attempt baking a Linzertorte!
I followed this recipe, but forgot to add the eggs to the dough. Ufnortunately I didn't realize the egg absence until after the torte was in the oven. Oops.
Company was coming for dinner, and I simply could not accept defeat, so I started over.
Then, of course I forgot to set the timer. The torte burned.
Do you remember the first recipe you made? I don't mean Kraft macaroni and cheese or scrambled eggs. I mean a real, multi-step, complicated, high risk-for-failure recipe...
My first attempt involved a frittata, and it happened in 7th grade. Without getting into the nitty gritty of the complete disaster I made, let's just say I'm lucky I didn't burn down the house. Instead of using an oven-safe cast iron skillet, I used a regular fry pan.
We all know where this is going...The handle caught on fire in the oven!
It took me 10 years to buy a cast iron skillet, but I'm so glad I did, because now I can make delicious frittatas like this (without starting a fire!).
I decided to make a frittata two nights ago because it was my very last night cooking in my childhood kitchen, and I wanted to make something that had sentimental value.
My mom is moving next week, so I spent most of my break at home packing up my room, sorting through millions of pictures, numerous old journals, piles of stuffed animals and a closet-full of clothes circa 1999. It was a bittersweet experience, but I'm grateful for the opportunity to say goodbye to my childhood home with my family. We enjoyed remniniscing about all the memories created there!
Next week, I'll be making yet another move. I recently found a place to live during grad school (which I start next week as well--eep!).
In other words, lots of exciting changes lie ahead in 2011!
My blogging has been a bit sporadic lately, as I've been preparing for these changes, and it will likely continue to be until things settle down. But please know that I'm still reading!
Much love to you all!
**My mantra for 2011**
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did.
So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor, catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover.