I’m so excited, and I just can’t hide it! *in my best Jessie Spano voice*…
I don’t even know who I am anymore.
See all the whipped cream going on there? Yeah. So NOT me. It’s no secret that I do NOT like whipped cream. The only way I enjoy it is in beverages (as evidenced by my newest obsession I shared with you guys last week) and even then, I really have to be in the mood for it. I do not like it on my ice cream, or my brownies, or on my pies/tarts/desserts in general….
I am feeling all the feels (shock, disbelief, fear, disgust, grief, sadness, betrayal, etc) this week, as are many Americans. Again, I don’t reeeeeally want to get into politics here (even though you can totally figure out who I was pulling for), but I think a lot of us are still reeling from the election results. And probably will be for some time. So when all else fails, we should all eat some pie. Don’t you think? It is the All-American dessert, after all.
Spring has sprung! Officially, anyway. Annnnd it’s freezing here…after it was 80 degrees a couple weeks ago. Womp womp.
Regardless of the temperature outside, it’s technically spring now, which means more sunshine and fresh flowers (hopefully!). Oh, and lots of fresh, light food. And while this makes me super excited and happy, I have to admit, every time spring rolls around, I am a leeeeettle melancholy about the season change. And not only because that means swimsuit season is right around the corner (boo to THAT). I ADORE the coziness of winter and am always sad to see my chunky sweaters and fuzzy slippers go. At least the trade off is awesome too. Nothing beats that first spring day….