Telling food stories, one kitchen at a time
Yesterday was Therapy Day.
Therapy Day usually includes a full eight hours of sleep, a cup of coffee on the porch, sometimes a homemade breakfast. (Mine did.) It can include lounging on a pool float and getting slightly crispy with some friends. (Mine did.) It may include evening drinks with the girls or with the guys or with the neighbors. (Mine did.)
And Therapy Day, for me, always includes baking.
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My friends are growing up. We all get older, but I reserve the term “growing up” for those life events that are life-changing. Graduations. marriages. births. promotions. heartbreak. even travel can be life-changing.
In my experience, life-changing moments = abundance of food. And this weekend I was hit with two of those life-changing-decadent-table-spread-open-bar events – a baby shower and a wedding. Even my best intentions and pre-party pep talks of “You don’t have to eat cake just because there is cake” were not enough to actually keep me away from the cake. Or from the vino.
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