Walking on the fallen leaves up in the hills this weekend, it truly felt like fall. Then just a few days later, the holiday lights lit up the city and Christmas had arrived…just like that. When I heard the date of the lighting I felt like it was too early, but the fact that Swiss don’t celebrate Thanksgiving means there is no holiday hold up! I debated whether or not to put up our new fake Christmas tree before turkey day, but I think we must embrace the early start to European Christmas. It’s going up this weekend.
I have an ever-growing dilemma. Do I just throw my food intolerances out the the door and eat the delicious dessert that may or may not give me a stomach ache? Or do I modify the dessert to my dietary needs and potentially not be satisfied? I’ve found that both have their pros and cons and it’s very hard to decide what to do. Thus, I plan on standing in the middle for a while until someone gives me reason to move. Last week, I was dying for a good ‘ole chocolate chip cookie, so I made a batch. Physically, my stomach was not the happiest, but mentally and emotionally, I was 100% satisfied. I’m calling it a win. But this week, I’m back on the allergy-friendly baking train, determined to find a dessert that checks all the boxes.
One time in fifth grade I wore my mom’s jeans to school. They had big rips in the knees and I felt like a cool kid for the day. Of course I didn’t tell anyone they were my mom’s because that might have taken the “cool” factor out of the ripped jeans. Want to know how my mom got those rips in the knees? She cleaned our floors in those jeans, they ripped, and the rest is fashion history.
After a month of visitors and a trip back to the states, I almost forgot that I once had a routine. But now I’m back to our apartment filled with just two, and routine is the current spice of my life. We plan to stay grounded for the whole month of November which will allow us to get excited for more visitors and more travel over the holidays. Staying in town for a change has been a nice way to enjoy this wonderful city we live in.
Thank goodness my husband isn’t a very picky eater. He may not be any help with menu planning (all he ever requests are tacos and enchiladas) but he does eat whatever I put in front of him. Because he is easy, I give him a break on things I know he really doesn’t like. Quinoa. Leafy greens. And any other veggies that he would consider “too healthy”.
Back when I lived in Buenos Aires, I worked with a girl who went to college in Vermont. We became good friends and she would never stop raving about the great state of Vermont. I knew nothing about Vermont, so I just listened and didn’t think much about it. She ended up moving back there after our fun adventure in South America and last fall, I had the luxury of visiting her in the lovely town I had heard so much about.
When traveling, we always have a dilemma of what cameras to bring. We have a small point-and-shoot camera, a DSLR camera, a video camera, and of course our phones. Lately, we’ve been leaving the video camera behind because we realized that watching videos of us just wandering around are a bit blah. But after this particular weekend in Gimmelwald, we came up with a solution: if a member of the Dunn family is involved, the video camera is coming.