I remember the first time I had a “turtle.” I remember being a hardcore candy bar fan and being taken aback by the unexpected deliciousness of these unknown little mounds of tasty. Chocolate outer with gooey caramel center? Extra bonus points for that nutty crunch? Why did nobody tell me?!
I love making homemade nut milk. It doesn’t last too long in my house, but nonetheless, I love making it. It’s so fresh and delicious. I love how you can customize the flavors, the sweetness, and make it your own. Up until this week I always just discarded the leftover pulp. Then I decided to do something fun…
True story: I loathed anything jelly/jam related until I was in college. Then, one groggy morning after a night of er… college indulgence, I found myself brunching at a local diner with a packet of jam in my hand and a slice of toast in the other. I put the thinnest, nearly nonexistent layer across my toast. It snowballed.
Sometimes I get these ideas in my head. Luckily the ideas aren’t so much “Hey, skydiving would be cool…” but rather “I wonder if I could make Homemade Pecan Milk?” haha I usually have these ideas for a good week and if they are really good ideas they stick around until I actually do them. Sometimes mediocre ideas even get executed too. Ok ok ok maybe some bad ideas, but whatever, YOLO. Bam. I think the moral of the story is I have ideas.
Oh my gosh, you guys. I was caught in a downpour about seven blocks from home. I was walking, enjoying the day and pushing Nolan in the stroller, when I began to feel the sky spitting. No big deal. Then larger drops. Ok, pick up the pace.