This Thursday is Trevor’s and my 5th wedding anniversary!
And since we got married on our 4th dating anniversary, it will mean we’ve been together for 9 years!
Oh my jeebies.
I didn’t understand rhubarb for a long time.
I avoided it. I heard it was bitter and vile and that its leaves were… poisonous?
Jeepers, anyone in their right mind would avoid it.
Hey folks, sorry for the missed week last week! I was busy doing businessy things on a business trip in California in meetings. Lots and lots of meetings.
I was going to edit photos in the evenings when I had no meetings, but instead I hung out with my brother and his lovely wife who I barely see since they moved from Seattle to the Bay Area.
But instead of typing out long word of forgiveness, let me tell you about my time in California.
I ate a lot of meat.
Guys, I have blunt bangs.
I mean my hair. I have Cleopatra style, straight, blunt bangs for hair.
This may seem inconsequential to you, but let me be a huge girl for a moment and dwell on these bangs, and the fact that I have had them for about 48 hours and every time I look in the mirror, it’s all wtf. Not in a bad way, just in a ‘whoa, hey, what now?” way.
Also, the last time I had blunt bangs, I was tiny little girl version of myself.
I grew up with a big green can of Milo in my kitchen cupboard. Is that stuff available here or is that a Canadian/European thing? All I know is that my local grocery store doesn’t sell it so I have to use Ovaltine instead.
Well in case it’s a Canadian childhood thing, Milo is a lot like Ovaltine, AKA chocolate malt mix, best enjoyed dissolved in a mug of hot milk.
Or, added to cookie bar dough.
My Banana Banana Bread is currently my most popular post by far, thanks to a little viral repinning on Pinterest.
I have a feeling that the prefix “gluten-free” on this recipe will prevent it from ever reaching that level of success, but that’s okay.
I didn’t make it for views, I made it so my friend would have one more thing to eat at Easter Brunch.
Every Tuesday evening after work, I come home and I work on my blog.
I upload photos off my camera.
I select a reasonable number of those photos (usually around 7-9) to edit.
I bring the selected photos into Photoshop for some mild tweaks in terms of levels and colour tones.
I upload the edited photos to WordPress and finally, write a blog post to go along with them and the recipe.
It is currently Tuesday evening at 10:56pm.
I don’t usually start this late…
Don’t adjust your monitors, this dessert does in fact look eerily similar to last week’s.
I almost didn’t make it for fear that it would appear that I didn’t actually update, but I had to make these.
Last Thursday was Pi Day. And on Pi Day you make pie.
And if you have a lot of folks to share with on Pi Day, making a standard sized pie is insufficient, and instead you must make an entire sheet of pie bars.
Which happen to look a lot like Spiced Oat and Pear Blondies.
Whatever, one cannot have too much baked fruit and oat streusel.
I have a terrible guilty pleasure.
Gossip Girl is a terrible show.
Really… really terrible. There are times I can’t look directly at it because I can’t believe the horrific situation the writers have come up with for the characters this week.
But I can’t stop watching it.
I think there is a house in the Seattle area that has a mutually accepted offer between me, Trevor and a seller.
And by I think, I mean I just put my initials on a counter offer that the seller sent us.
Oh, sweet jeebees.