Here's my one and only brother, Marc, a software engineer for the University of Utah, who is in Austin this week for a conference. He was starving when I picked him up from the airport, so we stopped at Rudy's just before closing.
He loved the cutter's choice brisket, creamed corn, and buttery new potatoes.
He is my first sibling to visit since we put in the pool and we enjoyed swimming on Saturday, even though the water was a bit chilly at 74 degrees. Kelly was in India and I couldn't figure out how to turn the heater on. The initial shock was cold, but not too bad after we moved around.
Marc enjoyed taking mini breaks out on the deck and had a relaxing time with us over the weekend before his conference started today.
The last time he was here, he loved the County Line, so we made a return trip there. Why not make it a Texas barbecue weekend?
Live music out on the patio was pleasant and welcoming next to the lake, which is really a river.
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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Middle children are the best, I guess we know why all of your family loves to come and visit you, what a fun host you are.