I remember the first time I ever had a scone. There is this little cafe in the shore town my parents live in and my mom and I popped in for a treat. I was probably 12. There were these beautiful rustic mounds of pastry deliciousness that I’ve never encountered before. But, I saw chocolate chunks and I had to take the chance.
So I went to type up my first post since being in California. Well, it was basically a blubbering mess of exclamation marks and the words beautiful amazing beautiful amazing over and over again. I wish I could describe better exactly how exciting this is for us to be here, and how much I love it, and how I gasp at the beauty every time I turn a corner. But the words I’m typing don’t do it justice. I loove it. That is all.
If you haven’t picked up on this yet, let me spell it out. I L-I-K-E chocolate. Well, I like-like chocolate. It’s my go-to treat. All chocolate errrythang. This Valentine’s Day, though, I’ve probably told Jaryd 10 times not to get me chocolate. I know, who even am I? I’m trying to keep it healthy, people!!