Delicious and refreshing

Watching “Leave it to Beaver” reruns on Nickelodeon was an all time favorite of mine as a kid. Like a window into Norman Rockwell’s soul, Americana could not have looked any sweeter. How simple life seemed back then, kids could play in the streets, dad went to work and mom stayed home. Family roles were clearly defined and though most likely confining for women, I’m guessing there was also some comfort in the concrete expectations of motherhood.

The beauty of marriage lies in the history that the two have created and weaved together, a history no one else can share. The day you walked down the aisle, the day your children were born, the nights you laughed so hard you cried, the moments you knew, this was your partner, you have been truly seen. The growth and evolution from sharing your life with someone is both beautiful and challenging but like most things in life, nothing worth while ever comes easy.

Despite the fact I spent my college years in Vermont, neither school nor work had ever been cancelled due to snow. Vermonters are tough as nails, if you can’t drive to work, then you better strap your snow shoes on and huff it. They’re used to massive snowfall and handle business like a boss, clearing roads quickly. Colorado on the other hand, mmm not so much. It appears Colorodans simply wait three days until it warms up and the snow melts. Why use snow plows if you don’t have to?

By now you may be knee-deep in “de-friending” folks over the election, or quite possibly planning your relocation to Canada, eh? Considering that off-grid home in the middle of the woods yet? If so, I know a guy…

As you can tell from the picture above, this post was originally intended for Halloween and Dia de los Muertos, clearly we are a day late and a dollar short, but hey it’s chocolate and can be enjoyed any time of year.

I remember first becoming a mother and questioning what my new position should look like. Should I still play the Beasty Boys in carpool, or should I be more responsible and play children’s music. Similarly now I question, what does it mean to be 40? Will I be buying my New Year’s Eve dress at Chico’s? Should I start buying Werther’s and clutch my pearls in dismay? Can I still watch the Housewives’ franchise or should I really buckle down and watch CNN nightly? What does it mean to be 40?

I’m embarrassed to admit I don’t particularly care for tomatoes. I’m rather picky about them in fact. I’ve always requested tomato-free sandwiches and hamburgers. If my meal happens to arrive with one of those little culprits, it’s like an affront to my soul. Here I am waiting for a bacon cheeseburger with crispy lettuce and they want to throw a wet slice of tomato in the bun, no thank you! The texture simply doesn’t appeal to me. Though I can appreciate their earthy sunburst flavors, I generally prefer my tomatoes in other forms such as: ketchup, marinara and soup. I will however make an exception for cherry tomatoes. Their size, the way they pop in your mouth and their savory-citrus flavor, make them far more appealing.

Filled with tart cinnamon apples, plump raisins and a delicate crumb similar to a coffee cake, this lovely dessert is perfect for the New Year or any celebration. Best served warm with a sprinkle of powdered sugar, it’s a delightful ending to any meal. Alternatively, you can allow this cake to cool completely and top with whipped cream or vanilla bean ice cream.