Last week when businesses and schools closed down during the ice storm, Lindsey and Christopher had a blast chillin' outside on the trampoline, hiking in the woods in the back, making snow angels with the thin dusting of snow, and hanging out with Brooks and Todd, our next door neighbors. While I was recuperating from my sore throat, and basically hibernating my sickness away, Kelly captured some images from our back yard for me to enjoy later. I love the look of our iced-over deck and the trees. I was relieved that no serious tree branch breaking occurred and that my pansies look like they will survive.
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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