Both the fiancée and I have been super busy lately. Sadly, the least of our time is being consumed by wedding planning. Work and school (the latter only applies to Hal) have eaten away at brain matter making it difficult to do anything else remotely productive.
We did manage to take down our Christmas tree this past weekend and said farewell to one of the best trees we’ve had. But it wasn’t a feel-good accomplishment since I miss seeing all the pretty lights and decorations every night.
We did manage to take down our Christmas tree this past weekend and said farewell to one of the best trees we’ve had. But it wasn’t a feel-good accomplishment since I miss seeing all the pretty lights and decorations every night.
I also attempted to replicate this amazing eggplant dip that Hal and I always devour at The Greek Village in Northvale, NJ. I scoured the Internet for recipes and managed to combine a couple I liked but left out the tahini; not the best decision. The dip tasted great, fresh but smoky from roasting the eggplants, but the consistency just wasn’t the same. Mission partially accomplished. No photo sadly, as we ate every morsel.
Besides sleep, the occasional workout, and debates over our wedding registry, work has become the focus of our energies. Our one consolation prize, however, has been a wonderful little treat that packs so much satisfaction with every bite – S’MORES! Last night, Hal came home from class and instead of a “hello” I got “S’mores?!” And I didn’t hesitate to take out the ingredients. Crunchy graham crackers, melted chocolate (mine had bits of toffee) and a charred marshmallow oozing out from the sides.
Is there anything more comforting? Hal might say a foot massage, but that’s why I write this blog and not him.
Besides sleep, the occasional workout, and debates over our wedding registry, work has become the focus of our energies. Our one consolation prize, however, has been a wonderful little treat that packs so much satisfaction with every bite – S’MORES! Last night, Hal came home from class and instead of a “hello” I got “S’mores?!” And I didn’t hesitate to take out the ingredients. Crunchy graham crackers, melted chocolate (mine had bits of toffee) and a charred marshmallow oozing out from the sides.
Is there anything more comforting? Hal might say a foot massage, but that’s why I write this blog and not him.
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