I know, I know. I already did a chia seed pudding recipe. But, but, it is just that good! Especially for a non-dairy eater…like me. It’s sad but true. I gave up dairy for real this time (well, let’s say 90% of the time). The milk industry lied to me all those years. Milk products don’t do my body any good. I stopped eating and drinking most dairy about a month ago. The good news is that I have a lot more energy and have even lost a few pounds because of it. The bad news is that I still want pizza! Lasagna! Ice cream!
The wind is whipping, the rain is pouring, the leaves are falling, and the soup is on the stovetop. I just love autumn! But not in mid-August. I’m used to cold summers after living in San Francisco, but at least in San Francisco, a random gorgeous sunny day might be graced upon you in the middle of January. Meanwhile, January in Zürich, I was bundled up in my knee-length down coat during our proclaimed “warm winter”. Despite the bad weather, we have had a couple nice days, and I am still glad to be back in beautiful Zürich. Some highlights…
Between marrying into the Ball family and the recent Mason jar trend, I knew there had to be Ball jars at our wedding. I used most as vases to decorate the aisle and the tables, but that obviously wasn’t enough. I decided that every guest had to drink out of a Ball jar, so I bought one jar for each guest. Ahh the joys of being wedding crazed. Thank goodness it’s over.
I’m home from being home. When I was leaving for California, I told everyone I was going home, yet when I was on my way back to Switzerland, I again told everyone I was going home. I guess I now have two “homes” and I’m perfectly ok with that. As I mentioned before, I had a pretty packed schedule while I was in the states. Luckily that packed schedule involved getting to see almost all my family and friends in one trip, even if it did involve re-packing my bag eight times and never knowing where I was when I woke up the morning.
My nephew, Noah, and I were playing house the other day. I was the mom and he was the dad and cousin Evie was our daughter. Noah went off to work and gave me a big kiss. When he came home from work, he pretended to hand me money as well as the dinner he picked up for our family. I said, “Why thank you, my husband!” He responded, “You’re very welcome.” A minute later he turned to me and asked, “Do you know why I brought you all this?” I was confused and asked why. “Because you are lucky,” he answered.
I’m back in the bay area and it feels so good. I’ve got a packed three weeks that includes traveling on six flights to four states for a 90th birthday party, a wedding, a bachelorette party, and a family vacation to Loon Lake. After 15+ hours flying across the Atlantic back to San Francisco and a wee bit of jet-lag, I figured we could keep this post simple. Let’s not count on my spelling and grammar right now and show you five things I’ve already written around the web!
Our little balcony herb garden is doing really well, no thanks to me. Jon is the gardener around here and he doesn’t like when I touch anything in fear that I will kill it. Unfortunately, I can’t say much in response because his fears come with good reason. My black thumb reaches far and wide. Yesterday, I snipped some basil to use in my lunch, without permission of course. And when he got home, my harvesting was quickly discovered. He informed me that I need to cut a little bit from everywhere, not just from one side, blah blah. Ya, our basil plant is no longer as pretty as it once was, but in my defense, I thought it’s main purpose was to use it, not stare at it!
If you have Netflix, you’ve probably already binge watched the second season of “Orange is the New Black” like me. That show is so addicting and I’m sad to have to wait again for a whole new season to come out. One of the episodes that caught my attention is the one where Piper is granted furlough from prison and gets to go home for a day. At one point, she bites into a giant burger and you witness her savor every bite as if it were her last…probably because it actually was her last for a while. Though Swiss food is nothing like prison food (I’m actually growing quite fond of sausages), I can relate. My mouth is watering thinking about all the delicious food I’m about to eat during my trip back to the States next week. I can’t wait to go to El Nido and Gordo for a giant burrito served with free chips and salsa (yes, there will be multiple burrito outings). Or eat fresh sushi, enjoy a real American breakfast, be served ice water, buy a sandwich with more than once slice of meat, and order a decent tasting salad at a restaurant.
It’s not common that I find people that like to craft as much as I do, and I would have never guessed that I would find someone in Switzerland of all places. But I did, and she might actually like to craft more than I do, which I didn’t really know was possible!