In our five years of marriage, our holiday travel schedule has evolved. In the beginning, we’d fly from NYC to Kansas City, stay, visit, rent a car, drive to Oklahoma, stay, visit, turn around and drive back to KC to catch our plane home. Now things are a little less complicated and we’re certainly less travel weary when it’s all said and done….
For those of us that live in Kansas City, the holiday season officially begins with the lighting of the city’s beloved Country Club Plaza. The Plaza, as locals refer to it, is a restaurant, shopping, and entertainment district built with Spanish-style architecture. The lighting ceremony has been a Thanksgiving night tradition for Kansas Citians since 1930. Our own little Times Square ball drop. To take in the lights, take a break, and just spend some time together, Heath and I recently had drinks at Seasons 52 on the Plaza. They always have the best seasonally fresh cocktails, and this time neither the Plaza lights nor my drink disappointed.
I have woken up every day this week thinking it was Friday. A cruel Groundhog Day of sorts. And while I won’t analyze too deeply why this is so, my disappointment in realizing it is not Friday quickly dissolves as I quietly leave our house in the cold, early hours to head to coach morning practice. There is such a peaceful stillness at that hour. The Christmas lights that outline the houses on my route blink and twinkle silently. Secretly. And while it is not Friday, I am once again excited for the holiday season. Groundhog Day continues….
There’s something so nostalgic about baking cookies. Whether you’ve made a cookie recipe a million times or never, the ritual is a familiar one. Combining the dough, taking a little taste only to make sure its just right, rolling it in your hands, filling the baking sheet with even rows, and waiting anxiously to try the first one out of the oven….
I am having a hard time with the fact that Thanksgiving is upon us. Having spent last weekend at what has become an annual Friendsgiving dinner celebration, as well as at a Thanksgiving brunch with some of my great coworkers (there were Thanksgiving carols involved. Yes, that’s right.), I’m a little more mentally prepared. I brought this pumpkin cream pie with coconut-pecan crust over to our Friendsgiving dinner, and let’s just say I hadn’t gotten all the kinks out yet….
A simple tart with a cocoa chocolate crust and a peanut butter mousse filling! Gluten-free, vegan, and refined sugar-free.
I turned 32 this last weekend. And 32 feels strikingly more adult than 31. I can’t really put my finger on it, but there is a definite difference, I’m sure of it. Maybe it comes with feeling more settled, not so transient anymore. Having come back to my roots a couple years ago, I finally feel home again. We have great friends, family, and co-workers here. A house that we can call ours (with stuff on the walls!)….