In addition to a few who aren't pictured here, these generous, delightful women from my neighborhood treated me to a fun lunch out, six days after my birthday, making this my third daytime dining soirée of the week.
The two women on each side of me are part of our cycling group, the Biker Babes, our self-titled description. Humble, aren't we?
Here are Zee and Kimberly.
Here are Kelley and Denise.
Here is Waleska and me.
Here are Donna and Kelly. You got it, one third of us that day are named Kelly or Kelley.
Here are Theresa, Sherrie, and Scott.
We went to Kobe Japanese steakhouse, which is conveniently close to our homes.
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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Who wouldn't want to celebrate some great times with friends and some yummy food. I think that you are on to something wonderful here...lets celebrate you some more.