At some point over the past couple weeks, this winter went from beautiful/sparkly/easy to joke about the frigid cold to good god I gotta get out of here. Like furreal. Like now.
It’s around this time every year that I (and probably most other Minnesotans) begin to lose it. Sure, we’re nice, and we joke about the weather, and tend to avoid complaining out loud, but that’s quite enough now, you know?
Valentine’s Day! Give me all the chocolate. And all the wine. And maybe the two together?
I technically shouldn’t drink red wine, because I’m fairly certain that it gives me headaches, so the glass of wine you see in the background of these photos is a total lie. It just sat there, alone, and not being consumed by me.
…Except for maybe just a couple sips. Just between picture taking and cupcake eating. Just to set the mood.
When Ryan and I started dating, I knew we were a good match. I’m sure I based this assessment on personality, sense of humor and blah blah blah but also, despite the whole big-time meat eater and long-time vegetarian mashup, we share food extremely well.
If we share fries, he chooses the soft, thick ones and I go for the smaller, crispier ones.
When we order sandwiches, he doesn’t eat the pickle on the side, so I get to eat all the pickles on the side.
When we eat pizza that’s cut in squares, he prefers the chewy inside pieces while I prefer the crusty exterior.
Of course, what goes next to the fries, in the sandwich, or on the pizza is a different story for a different day. Once we make those ingredient decisions, we fall into easily-shared meal happiness.
Tropical muffins in the dead of winter? We’re doing it, guys. I’m making it a thing.
If you follow me on Instagram, you may have noticed the onslaught of beach pictures a couple weeks ago. That, my friends, was evidence of one of the most wonderful trips I’ve ever been on. My sister and I gifted my mom a ladies’ trip for her Christmas and early-birthday present. It just so happened that the dates we picked landed right after the start of the “Polar Vortex,” so we were more than ready to get outta dodge. We flew from Minneapolis to Miami for 5 days filled with sun, beach, and awesome people watching (HOLY speedos and plastic surgery, batman!).
