Today was my kids' last day of school for the calendar year. Yay! As the homeroom mom for Christopher's third grade class, I was in charge of the party. I made this little snowman and had the kids play "Put the Nose on the Snowman." Each made his or her own carrot nose then put the Santa hat down over their eyes, and a scarf around their neck, then aimed for the snowman. I then took a picture of each child. Here's Eric, who is Christopher's buddy, our neighbor who lives two houses over from ours. He's a great kid.
Christopher and Mrs. Jordan ham it up for their picture together. She's such a delightful, well organized, friendly teacher. The party was entertaining for the students. I also had the kids wad up sheets of white paper to make snowballs, then they did a snowball toss into into my new snowflake bowls from Crate and Barrel, which I got from Shauna, and they also played a third game of "throw the snowballs at the cans," where we had six empty soda cans, stacked in a pyramid, and they knocked them over. Then there was the all the food that I helped to orchestrate in preparing, serving, and cleaning. Now that the party is over, I'm exhausted and just want to veg out.
I considered myself to be a decent cook and baker. However, candy making had been unchartered territory until I recently cracked the code of a favorite—chewy Texas Pecan Pralines. This culinary epiphany came only days before I left my home sweet home in Austin, Texas, to return to CU Boulder after an epic hiatus to wrap up my bachelor’s degree in journalism. When I was a little girl, I remember tasting heavenly, creamy homemade pralines, bursting with pecans, handcrafted with love by my mom. She only whipped them up a few times, but I just couldn’t get the memory of those buttery, sugary treats out of my head. They were that good. I asked her if she still had the recipe, but I knew it would be hopeless since my mom wasn’t one for keeping track of her down-home style cooking. I married my college sweetheart, a guy with the same first name as me, and began teaching myself to cook. Becoming “Kelly Times Two” was amazing, and I had ...
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