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Nearly one year ago, the Mr. and I came to the startling realization that Boston was more than the temporary rendezvous we had originally earmarked it for. Instead, fate dictated that it would become a place that we should embrace with open arms and set up more permanent roots in.
With this new found realization, it only seemed logical to scour the highly competitive and overpriced real estate market and find a place that we could turn into our own. But as exciting as this prospect may have seemed, there were countless days that we felt like throwing in the towel and abandoning the search entirely.
“Life is a bowl of cherries. Some cherries are rotten while others are good; its your job to throw out the rotten ones and forget about them while you enjoy eating the ones that are good!” – C JoyBell C.
Not a day goes by without thoughts of my time spent in Kenya flooding my mind. It was a country I had dreamed about my entire life. A country I thought I would never in a million years have the opportunity to visit, let alone live in. A country that I thought would forever be just a dream. So you can imagine how elated the Mr. and I were when we received word that we should pack up our belongings and take the long haul flight to this magical spot half way around the globe.
Well guys. . .I survived my first trip to China. There certainly were times when I questioned whether or not I would make it back in one piece. . .but here I am, making plans to return to the Pearl of the Orient faster than you can blink an eye.
In case you’ve never been to this bustling city, it seems like there is a cloud of pollution perpetually looming through the parade of skyscrapers that march off into infinity. I was aware of China’s reputation for having the “dirtiest air on Earth” before I left. My concerned doctor loaded me up with steroids and inhalers for fear that my asthma would flare up into a rage so intense it could not be contained. All the information in the world, even the endless stream of photos from the Mr., could not prepare me for the thick, fluffy, white cloud that, more often than not, made it impossible to see anything but a wall of white every time I peered from my 58th floor window.
Well hello there. Long time no see. I made you this Chocolate Bourbon Pie with Mint & a Brown Sugar Pecan Crust. I had every intentions of sharing this beauty with you right before the Kentucky Derby so that you could be seduced by its rich chocolate-y goodness while you watched the ponies trot around the race track. But that was not meant to be as Shitala, the Indian goddess of sickness, unleashed her fury, leaving me stricken with a case of the flu so mad it seemed my body would never be able to successfully shake it.
I was not happy about this curse because I had set aside my intense fear of needles and braved the dreaded flu shot. Yes. I embarrassed myself by acting like a three year old as I got poked and prodded. . .and all for nothing as it turns out.
This Seals & Croft tune is running through my head as I continue to nurture my love-hate relationship with marshmallows (You can read about that HERE , HERE, and even HERE). I know it might sound silly since these Homemade Strawberry Amaretto Marshmallows aren’t flavored with jasmine at all, but everything else about them reminds me of summer breezes and warm weather barbecues where marshmallow -y s’mores are the much anticipated grand finale.