Christopher had a piano recital in April that I never blogged about yet. Lindsey is taking piano lessons from the same teacher, but was on a choir field trip to Six Flags that day instead. He did well. My only complaint is that the song was quite short compared to the 25 other students who performed, it seemed. Both Lindsey and Christopher are progressing nicely since they started lessons again in January, after a nine-month gap when their last teacher moved abruptly.
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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