My dinner party friends and I have been upping our dinner party ideas for years now. We used to go out and enjoy sampling menus with wine pairings and trying new restaurants.
Then five years or so ago, we started cooking for each other. It started simple enough, but over time when you get a couple of foodies together, well, things can start to get out of hand.
Click here to get straight to the recipe. I hate reading too.
Last year I still had a pipe dream that I’d start a new food blog and spend my days experimenting in the kitchen with new recipes and cocktail ideas.
Then I started down the path and remembered how much work it would require, and, well, I’m not willing to quite the stability of my full-time job at the moment. So, here we are, inconsistently blogging when time allows.
Anyway, let me tell you about this Rum Cream!
Hey! Look at this. Two posts in the same week! I’m on a roll.
Actually, let’s discuss that for a minute. I AM on a roll. I’ve been posting more on TikTok, my brain is constantly churning with ideas, and I feel a bit more capably? adjusted? balanced? (I’m not sure what word to use here) than I have in months.
I’m doing it!
I’m sneaking in this post before the end of the month!
I’ve challenged myself to post at least monthly, if only for the self-reflection.
A couple of weeks ago, I was bullshitting with someone at the gym about life in these crazy times, and I blurted out something without even thinking.
The only two places I’m happy anymore are here (at the gym) and cooking in my kitchen.
I was taken aback by my own statement.
Hey guys!
I’ve decided it was time to blog something fun. Frankly, I’m tired of doing things for other people. I miss generating content and sharing ideas, especially in the kitchen.
So, today I came home from work and pulled out the camera. I wanted to see how recording in the new kitchen would work.
Then, I decided just to roll the camera and see what it looked liked while I cooked.
So… here I am after a long day of classes thinking it would help me feel better if I blogged about a recent dinner party.
It is not.
Has it really been more than three months since my last post? That’s insane for so many reasons!
Well for those that are curious, I am still alive. My days are jam-packed parenting a now 16 and 10-year-old. This summer, we remodeled the kitchen, which I wanted to post about, but it coincided with the start of the fall semester, so I’ve been preoccupied with getting ready for classes.
And that’s why I’m here!
Before I get into everything though, check out my new office above. I’m on a new campus! It’s refreshing to have a workspace to call my own after, well, you know *waving hands vigorously* the last two years.
Anyway…
This week The Boys and I returned from our 10th annual Mother-Sons trip.
*insert head exploding emoji here*
I started this tradition in 2012 after my youngest turned one, and I was still blogging full time. The idea was to travel at least once a year with the boys, just them and me. I thought it would be a good way for us to bond and instill a sense of independence and intrigue about the world.
Last year I had a pipe dream that I’d take up food blogging again. I thought if I started from scratch, it would be fun to rebuild an online repository for my food adventures, and I could share recipes and photos as a creative outlet.
Boy, was I wrong. Food blogging is just not fun anymore. At least not for me.
You know how everyone complains that food bloggers have these long-drawn-out stories before their recipes?