What can I say?
Busy. Lazy. Busy. Lazy.
But always cute. (Thanks to Henry and Instagram.)
On March 31st, my brother, Steven, married his space-glue partner, Tina, after nearly 10 years of dating, Starbucks beverages, and punches.
…in Key West! Wooot.
But besides excessive drinking, this event brought in some family I hadn’t seen in a while. Which, in this case, is cool, because I like these particular family members.
For example, cousins Roberto and Angie. And my adopted sister Rachel is there on the right. I don’t know who the cardboard lady is. I also had not realized I was touching her boob until I saw this photo. Woah. Lucky.
And I was a bridesmaid. Mmmmhmm.
And then the fun began.
Roberto taught Rachel some Salsa moves. I tried too, but my feet refuse to follow others while dancing.
I’m more of a do-my-own-thang-and-screw-everyone-else kind of dancer.
Which can be good. And scary.
And then I found myself rounding people up in a dance circle with my glo-stick.
And then the DJ played Don’t Stop Believing, and everyone sang along and we had a magical 80’s moment.
And this is me cracked out from dancing while Rachel… did something… behind me… See the tan line on my shoulder?
It was a fantastical weekend, for sure.
And then it was back to reality.
This is my reality:
Well, part of my reality.
I don’t eat them, I make them. In addition to scones, muffins, cookies, biscotti, brownies, granola, diabetes, etc, etc.
Since January I’ve been working at a coffee house on the beach. Initially there was another baker, Heather, and we had to split hours since it’s a new business. Then Heather suddenly had to move to Jacksonville because her hubby got a job there. Her last day was right before I came back from Key West, and since then, I’m finally working 5 days a week. I like Heather. But… y’know. The hours…
And anyway, I can also call myself the baker. I can execute more control, a kind of “ownership” of what comes out of the kitchen. I’m not exactly into riches, but doing what I like and calling it “work” is pretty luxurious. It’s also cool that these babies are advertised as Sylvia’s Cinnamon Buns. Of course, I do have to credit Alton Brown since it’s based on his doughnut recipe. Cinnamon buns from doughnut dough? Yep. I’ll just leave it at that. When I come up with a more Rabbit-esque version of the recipe (vegan, maybe with whole wheat…) I’ll relay it to you.
And that’s where I’ve been.