Ready for our summer vacation, Christopher and Lindsey are happy to depart from the Austin airport on July 24, a Utah holiday that honors the Mormon pioneers.
There wasn't a non-stop flight to Salt Lake City, so we flew through Phoenix on Southwest Airlines. Kelly isn't a huge fan of SWA, but I love it because they usually have the best fares, and I'm a fan of bargains.
Christopher loved the walking escalators at the Phoenix airport. We all had fun walking the opposite direction of the walkway and it felt like an over-sized treadmill. We had about two hours of time to kill, so this was the only exciting thing we could come up with.
Lindsey was the least amused by Christopher and my childish behavior. She managed to deal with us well though.
We got a minivan once we arrived at the Salt Lake airport. We've never owned one, so it is a novelty for us. I enjoy the extra space when traveling, but I don't think I would want to drive one on a regular basis because they're such a pain to park. We drove straight to my brother-in-law, Tom's, sister Jan's mountain getaway for dinner and a nice afternoon. That night, we went back to Julie and Tom's and enjoyed fireworks in their cul-de-sac with the neighbors.
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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Love your comment about Lindsay....that cracks me up!