That’s the sound of me taking my very first yoga class. As it turns out, I’m not as bendable as I thought I would be. It was a good experience, but if you think yoga is my ‘love’ item for February 4, you are so very, very wrong. This is what I loved the most:
That right there is a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies. My mom’s recipe. And there is nothing like eating something warm, comforting and chocolate-y after a lonesome sort of day. While there are many recipes for baked goods I’d like to try out, some days aren’t meant for new tastes. Some days, when you miss having lunch with your boyfriend and hanging out with your little niece and nephew, when the place you left behind for a new adventure seems really far away, you need something that tastes like home. And sugar. Home and sugar.
P.S. Tangent, funny story about baking. I picked up a box of Trader Joe’s gingerbread cake, willing myself not to like the sample that somehow ended up in my hand at the store, but then I did. I made it that night as a surprise for O, along with homemade whipped cream. He took a big bite, looked horrified and mumbled, “This isn’t chocolate!” I still can’t believe he didn’t smell the difference.