Autumn is in full force, friends, and I couldn't be happier. Kenny probably didn't know he married a homebody, but I am thoroughly enjoying being in our warm home, lighting candles, and drinking hot chocolate. Oh- and I am taking up baking. Suddenly, since using my Kitchenaid a few times for banana bread and cookies, all I want to do is find fun recipes and bake. If you need something, I will bake it for you.
I know. I. Know.
Have not come far on the cooking front, however, and don't see that changing anytime soon. I begrudgingly made stew the other night and meatloaf the night before and I plan on riding the credit for those out for at least another week. I'm great at "making dinner," a.k.a. reheating and making the table look pretty.
On another note, I am now 27 years old. I would like to stress that normally I would not point out my age in a post, but this one deserves some attention because it has grabbed mine. Suddenly, I woke up and was 27, I swear. Now I know this isn't true, but all I remember is turning 21, going to the Irish Emmigrant on the Ave and, once home, having a long talk with my sober roommate about how I really appreciated this neighbor of mine named Kenny Soldano, but still would not admit how much I liked him. :)
And then I must have been sleeping through any more aging until BAM- I am 27. It just hit me. There's nothing wrong with it, of course, and I plan on keepin' on just like I have, but it's definitely "no excuses" time.
I'm pushing 30, friends.
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