Feels Like Home

Last year, when I was applying for jobs like a crazy person and waiting to hear back on some serious offers, I remember baking banana muffins one night.  I saw the recipe online and there were always overripe bananas in my sorority house.  Whether it is to celebrate, apologize, relieve stress or simply just because, there is a language to baking that I absolutely love.  I will be the first to admit that my cookies aren't the prettiest, my cupcakes are rarely frosted to fondant perfection and I like to follow recipes to a T (creativity schmeativity), but boy there is a ton of love with everything I do.

Tonight, I made my first batch of chocolate chip cookies in my new apartment.  It made the place feel (and smell) like home.  Kind of like my home in Fresno, my sorority house at UCLA and my "home" in Sonoma.  Thank goodness for the simple joys of mini chocolate chips and cookie dough.

Happy Friday lovelies!

Weekend Recap

This weekend, my lovely middle sister spent the night.  Her college has an unusual schedule, so she has the week off - lucky gal!  Even though we've seen each other a lot more than usual thanks to recent holidays and family functions, it was a treat to have some 1:1 time.  We spent the night baking cookies, watching episodes of Law and Order: SVU and eating the cookies we made.  Sunday we had just enough time to make breakfast, work on a project and grab lunch before we had to meet my dad so he could take her home to Fresno. 

Top (l-r): Laundry before sissy's arrival; fancy pet food that made us giggle at the supermarket; our main man, Ice-T.

Middle: Cookie making.

Bottom (l-r): Lettuce sandwich shop in Mountain View (cream cheese on a sandwich = heaven); paint project.

How was your weekend?