On Friday night after I picked Kelly up from work, since I had the car that day, we drove to the hotpot restaurant in the science park and enjoyed a rare dinner out together. We had such a nice time being out on a date with just the two of us, as we usually have Christopher too, but we left him at home. It was the beginning of a long weekend together, since the boys had Monday and Tuesday off of work and school for yet another Taiwanese holiday that we didn't know about previously called Tomb Sweeping Day. Thanks for a night out with you, Kelly!
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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