Last week, Kelly went to a technical conference in San Jose on Tuesday. On Thursday, I flew out to join him for a couple of days.
His rental car was a P T Cruiser and I dropped him off at Avis on Saturday before taking him to the airport, then I picked up my rental car from Hertz, and stayed through Monday.
Here he is just before packing up to leave.
On Friday night, we drove to Rodeo to have dinner with the Aunts and my mom, who had arrived into Oakland early that afternoon.
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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