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 ...
Here's my black eye after one week (the last pic). It looked awful a day or two afterwards. In case you missed the story, here's what happened. We were in Colorado on the lake at Kelly's parents' house and Aly asked me if I would ride on the tube behind the boat with her. I usually stick to skiing, which is MUCH safer, but I didn't want to disappoint my cute little niece, so I agreed. Kelly was driving the boat like a maniac (he was, don't listen to him if he tries to deny it), and the two of us (Aly and I) went flying off and her foot pounded my eye so hard that it immediately bulged out and was swollen for a few days and has since turned various shades of purple, yellow, and blue. I had a really sore neck too. Anyway, it's been embarrassing and awkward the last two weeks walking around with a black eye, getting strange looks from people, wondering what the heck happened to me. It's almost all the way gone, luckily.
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I am glad to see that you are healing up, and soon you will have nothing but these pictures and the distant memory to remind you of it. I think that I just might stick to skiing if it were me.
This is the first black eye I've ever had, so I took several pictures. Hopefully it will be my last! The first one was one day later, the second was was about 3 or 4 days later, then the last one was one week later. It's now been two weeks and I just have a little more purple left below my eye.
The bummer is that my bone above my eye is really sore and tender still and when I wash my face I have to be really careful around that eye. I'm still blown away that my little niece's foot could have so much force while we were flying through the air to crash and burn from the tube.