Easter

Last year on this day I was walking the golden gate bridge(for the first time) with my parents. It was a beautifully clear, stunningly bright day.


My mom kept leaning over the edge, feeling the bridge give and wiggle with the weight and movement of the cars, the wind, the earth, and saying, “Feel that? You feel that in your loins! This is living!”

This year I spent the afternoon at candy land.


Ghirardelli square, actually. But pretty much the same thing. The land of chocolate, caramel, and ice cream wonder. After 40+ days of no sugar – no baked goods, candy, fruit drinks, nada – I came to binge on one thing only:


A giant chocolate chip cookie!! The last time I had one I had just driven down to SF for the first time ever and Maris and I were running around the wharf like silly tourists.


I couldn’t finish it then either. This thing is DENSE. And that’s as far as I got before feeling completely overwhelmed. And then I put it back into it’s bag and threw it away. It turns out I really like not being addicted to sugar. I still crave it, I’m not going to lie. Especially when I’m having a bad day, or am particularly stressed. But it doesn’t occupy my thoughts every single day like it used to. And it doesn’t torture me not to finish something sweet anymore. Although I will fully enjoy candy at movies, birthday cake, and special occasion desserts, I won’t be sitting in bed eating boxes of candy from walgreens, or buying those individual cakes at safeway + a diet coke and going at it with a fork. Yes, I know – FATTY. 🙂

Right now I’m hiding from the rain with Kamel, roasting potatoes, garlic, and squash. The grated parm is ready for sprinkling and the baguette is perfectly sliced. I’m watching one of my favorite heist movies of all time (The Italian Job) and dreading work tomorrow. It’s been a great weekend and a great Easter.

Hope you found lots of goodies hunting eggs!

Ladies Who Lunch

I had a luncheon with my grandmother, great aunt, god mother, mother, aunt, and cousin today. It was kind of awesome. I wish we had taken a group photo. I slacked on that end. I’ll share my favorite parts though.

The first thing my grandmother says to me when we get out of the car to walk to the restaurant is: “Are you wearing your hair straight nowadays? I always thought it had a bit of curl in it.” And my response, “It’s just the cold weather, give me a little humidity and it’ll perk right back up.”

My amazing ten year old cousin pointedly bee lining right for me and completely bypassing my mother. I totally win the who loves me more war. Ca-ching.

Everyone got the soup and salad combo. It was order by peer pressure. Everyone was up in arms. “Why just a salad? A SALAD?!” I explained it was to keep my figure. Everyone agreed they couldn’t find theirs anywhere. I want to hug them all.

My mother and my grandmother arguing over who paid the bill at the olive garden. They each threw a little fit. The women in my family are all so crazy. Present company included.

My grandmother’s parting remarks of “Don’t get too skinny!!” Bless her.