Friday, April 28, 2017

Vegan Thai Butternut Squash Red Curry

With a fair few winter squash still saved from the garden last fall, I've been on the hunt for new ways to use them up.  As much as I adore winter squash, the same few ways of roasting or puréeing or stuffing them is getting a bit redundant.

Enter a new recipe that I've adapted a bit for my taste and what I had on hand.

This curry is delicious!  Plain and simple, this is a tasty and comforting meal that I plan to make time and time again.  It's also adaptable.  Have a glut of kale or broccoli leaves, add that instead of spinach.  Have some leftover chicken you don't want to go to waste?  Toss that in, too.  Don't have butternut squash but do have pumpkin or trombocino or some other winter squash variety?  Not to worry as they all taste similar and would all work in this dish!

It's just an absolute winner of a recipe and I can't wait to make it a regular in my rotation.



* 1 tbls oil of choice
* 2 small onions, chopped 
* 3-4 cups butternut {or other winter} squash, chopped
* 1 tbls grated fresh ginger
* 2-3 tsp red curry paste
* 1 tbls yellow curry powder
* 1 {15 ounce} can coconut milk
* 3/4 cup broth or water
* 2 tsp sugar or honey
* 1 large bag frozen or fresh spinach
* lime wedges
* brown or basmati rice for serving


* Heat oil in large pan over medium high heat.  Add onions and sauté until tender and beginning to turn golden.  Add squash and ginger, toss to coat and incorporate.

* Add the red curry paste, yellow curry powder, toss to incorporate.  Cook 5-6 minutes, then add broth, coconut milk, spinach, and sugar. Bring sauce up to a simmer, cover, and cook for 20 minutes, turning heat down a bit if needed.  

* Serve over rice {I served over brown rice} with a lime wedge.  

Let me know if you try this!  It's a delicious and different way to use up squash!


Thursday, April 27, 2017

A Dose Of Adorable: Toddlers and TeePees

When my baby bestie H turned two, I made him this teepee for his birthday.  It was a labor of love, taking so much more work than I ever imagined.  And while I would change a few things if I ever made one again, I'm still really pleased with how well it turned out.

Last weekend while I was hanging out with my best boy and trying to convince him it was quiet time, he got out the teepee.  How could I possibly say no to a little KK and H play time?!

Right after these photos were taken I got in there with him.  I was tying the ribbons that I sewed on the inside to keep the legs in place and he got behind me and just gave me hugs.  My bucket got filled right to the top with sugar that night.  

I love kids of all ages.  But I've said it countless times that ages 3-7 are the sweet spot years in my heart.  And four year old baby bestie H is no exception!  A funny little love bug who knows how to melt his Auntie KK with a single hug.


Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Spring In The City

This has by far been the most amazing spring I can ever remember.  And while that probably means the ice caps are melting and polar bears will be extinct soon, at the moment, I am an incredibly selfish human who struggles to keep the cuckoo in the clock during the dark, cold winters.  I am swooning over the warm days and cool nights.

I've been able to take my long Sadie walks most nights, go for walks and hikes {really just walks in the woods...please don't get the impression I am scaling some's me we're talking about here} to soak up sunshine and nature on weekends, play in the garden, and exhale again.  Add in a healthy amount of yoga and I am in my happy bubble again.

I've been able to plant seeds earlier this year than any previous year.  I have high hopes that last year's bean bust will be well made up for this year as I have already planted sugar snap peas, sweet peas, snow peas, wax beans, green beans, and a few other varieties.  

The funny thing about this unseasonably warm spring is that it's still too early to trust the weather to plant most things.  Because sure, it's nice now.  But the weather has a way of throwing curve balls and giving us late season frosts.  So while it feels like summer and feels like I should be able to plant all the seedlings taking over my dining room table, it's still too early.  So when I go to the garden, most of the time it's just to stare at straw beds and imagine what they will look like in two months.  

In the mean time, I'm taking in all the colors showing off around town.

This spring has been exceptionally bright and cheerful!

What's spring been like where you live this year?  


Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Science Not Silence

I went to my first march in January, my second in February, and on Saturday, I went to my third.  I marched for Science and it was fantastic!

An entire political party pretending they don't believe in science reminds me of a petulant toddler throwing a tantrum over not wanting the red lolly pop that they insisted on having.  We all believe in science.  We all go to doctors and use smart phones and drive safe cars and color our hair and wear sunscreen and take headache medicine and brush our teeth...and and and.  Science is in everything and pretending it's not is nothing short of absurd.

We all believe in science and it's crazy that millions of people around the globe have to march to say as much.  Science is real.  Climate change is real.  Research saves lives.  

But back to the March...

I had a great time!  People are always so kind and friendly at these events.  They're cheerful and family oriented, offering a very welcoming vibe.  This one was particularly calm, because scientists.  

First I have to brag that I managed to find the world's most impressive parking spot!  I was running late {as always} and knew parking would be a bear.  I was driving past the rally, knowing I would have to drive around a while to find parking.  But just then, two women walked to their car, literally across the street from the rally, got in, and left.  As I was backing in, a jerk in a red truck tried to swipe it from me. But I prevailed and got myself a piece of prime parking.  And have not stopped bragging about it because that just never happens to me.

Above was my favorite sign from the day.  I had wanted to make mine on black cardboard but was too lazy to go to the store to get it when I already had white foam core at home.  I really loved the way the silver popped on the black.

Below are my signs.  Most people only make a sign on one side of cardboard but because people are both in front of you and behind you, I think that's a total missed opportunity.  Or maybe that's just because I struggle to narrow down which two signs I want to make.  

I get a lot out of marching.  And our country has gained a lot from these marches too.  Progress begins on the streets.  Always.  Not in a politician's office.  That's where things get signed.  But progress begins step by step in homes and streets and with individual voices.  It's such a positive and uplifting vibe that really boosts morale to know you're not alone.  Here's hoping there are some marches planned in the upcoming {warm} months!


Saturday, April 22, 2017

Week In Review: All The Little Things

Week in review is a lie.  It's weeks.  Plural.  Several weeks that I am throwing into one post so I have it down for posterity.

Spring sprang sprung!  We found sunshine and longer days and all was right in the world again.  I am just a different {better} person on sunny days.  Being able to take a long walk in the evenings again has been a game changer.

Speaking of long walks, the beautiful weather this past month has meant I'm able to get back to my favorite walking/running/but let's get real it's really walking spots on the weekends.  People who don't get my love of old cemeteries must find my Instagram feed so morbid.  But I just see beauty when I look at this old buildings.

All of my seeds have been started.  Tomatoes were the last thing to start because even though they seem small now, once they get growing next month, they take off.  So I purposefully started them even later this year.  I decided on 17 varieties.  That's not at all excessive...right?!  

Don't answer that!

Every single day I comment to anyone in earshot how pretty the blue sky is.  After months of cold and grey, it feels so novel and exciting.  Can't stop, won't stop!

She's here.  Spring.  Her first gift every year is the crocus.  This was the first little bundle I found a week or so ago.  

And a few minutes later I spied these lovely grape hyacinth. 

If you noticed a few posts back, my Sadie's 15th birthday was the 11th of April.  It was our first birthday apart, me here a mess of tears and her in Heaven.  

I'd love to tell you that the day wasn't a big deal, but we both know that's not true.  I struggled a lot for a few days leading up to it and cried a good bit that day.  I went out to see her spot in the morning for a hot minute and brought her a few new painted stones.  I also brought a few of the weathered stones home to refresh and bring back.  It gives me something to focus on.  We all need a way to deal with grief and painting stones {as well as walking and yoga and blogging my feels} has been my outlet.  

It was the most beautiful day out on the farm, visiting Sadie's spot.  She would have loved everything about that day!  Especially my Sadie walk that evening to all of her favorite spots.  

Our one year apart is coming up in a few weeks and I am dreading it.  

Thankfully I have been able to get into the garden a lot this past week as the weather has felt like July around here.  I planted peas, pole beans, bush beans, carrots, and potatoes Easter week and weekend, which is at least a month earlier than I have ever managed to plant before.  I know we will get more cold weather as it's still just April.  I've seen snow in April before so I'm not that foolish.  But being able to get those seeds germinating this early is exciting and I feel like I have a really great chance of a successful growing season!

The other day I went to grab those bricks below and something moved.  I screamed as my gut reaction when I saw the snake!

But then I collected myself, grabbed my phone, and sat down and just watched that snake, who was clearly more scared of me.  Snakes are actually a garden friend as they eat pests such as mice.  So as long as we don't have to touch each other {we've had a few incidents in past years}, I welcome the visit.  

He wouldn't leave until I backed up behind him.  Or her.  I don't want to impose a gender on the little friend.  Anyway, they were really cool to watch after I got myself together.  And I was finally able to move those ugly bricks out of the way to plant zinnia and sunflower seeds, too!

This little secret church garden was Sadie's favorite.  We came in here on her very last walk and took photos together.  You'll never convince me that these flowers are for anyone other than her!

Ruby the Rhubarb plant is coming back strong.  She is in the most inconvenient location because I inherited her when I moved to this garden plot a few years ago and poorly planned the site not realizing how large and in charge she gets.  But that's okay.  I'm happy to work around her.  She's impressive and delicious!  Even if I trip over her 43 times each week.

My Easter had a few highlights this year.  The gorgeous weather, being able to garden, having one of those hams, and trying purple asparagus for the first time.

They're delicious and taste just like green shoots.  And they also kind of turn green when cooked so I might eat them raw next time I see them in the store {though this was the first time I had even seen them in this local stores so who knows when a next time might be...remember that I live in the North Pole}.  But they were fun and a lovely addition to ham and potatoes.

Oh and the simple but sweet ending to the loveliest Easter weekend was my egg custard pie topped with blueberry compote using blueberries I picked in Vermont last summer and fresh whipped cream.  

Overall, the last few weeks have been pretty good.  Sure, I had some emotional days thinking about Sadie.  But that's just my reality.  It comes and goes and I do a pretty good job of finding a way to work it into my life.  Beyond that though, things have been nice.  I've had some fun nights out and fun nights in and silly conversations and I've been rocking my yoga mat lately.  Life feels upbeat.  

How are you?  How was your Easter/Passover week?  Have you been on any dates or played in the garden or had any great deserts lately?


Thursday, April 13, 2017

Art Show: Hudson Valley Seed Company Seed Packets

It's no secret that I am a huge fan of Hudson Valley Seed Company {formerly Hudson Valley Seed Library}.  I've talked about them a lot on this blog, including telling you all about my visit to the seed farm last summer.  I also made a video swooning over new seeds I'm using this year.  I've been using their seeds for years and have nothing but good things to say about the entire company.

While touring the farm last summer and talking to the owner, Ken, I mentioned that I live in Troy.  He told me that they do a spring art show of the new art packs for the year, in downtown Troy.  I made a mental note to look for it this spring and popped over on the opening night.

The 12 new art packs for the year were featured with the art, created using a variety of mediums, the final art seed pack, and a description of how it came to be.  

Not only are the art packs unique in that they are such stunning covers for a simple pack of seeds, but they seek artists from a wide variety of backgrounds to submit work in consideration of the project.  Not just graphic designers.  Hudson Valley Seed Company purposefully seeks artists from all backgrounds and using all mediums.  Once chosen, they give the artist a story behind the seed they have been commissioned to bring to life.  The story might be about the seed itself, the food it produces, the land from which it originates, the way in which the unique seed variety came to the company, etc.  The artist takes this story and runs with it.  

Last summer I had the joy of getting to view this quilt up close and personal as we were talking inside the Hudson Valley Seed Company office.  Ken brought it out, told us the story, and let us linger around to view it up close.  These photos do not do it justice as it is stunning in person.  The colors are incredibly rich and lively.  

Do you see the skull?  Look closely!

I will be planting out these lettuce seeds this weekend.  I'm so excited to get growing!

I love this one because the Husky looks a bit like my Sadie girl.  Who never tasted watermelon but loved a bit of cantaloupe in the summer time with her momma.

This photo does not do these colors justice.  It's the art for kale.  Have you ever seen kale so stunning?!

In person this was really fun to look at as it's a painted tile.  And the paint all has metallic in it so it shines and shimmers in the light.  It amazes me that they can take the art from a quilt or tile or paper cutting and turn it into the wrap around packaging.  

Hands down my favorite.  Partially because it's kelly green, my favorite color.  And partially because it's remarkable in person.  It's a paper cutting.  The artist took a knife and cut out the relief parts from a white piece of paper and backed it on the green paper.  That's all been cut by hand and it's just amazingly detailed in person.  

All in all, it was a great way to spend a Friday evening.  The exhibit is open the rest of the month so if you are in the area, perhaps for the Farmer's Market on Saturday, be sure to pop in.  It's exactly the inspiration we all need as we start this next garden season!


Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Happy Birthday, Baby Bunny

Last year was such a hard one for us and I am not sure either one of us thought we would be able to celebrate your 14th birthday together on April 11, 2016.  But we made it.  We snuggled and took a long walk and I gave you a great dinner and told you endlessly that I loved you.

I think we both knew it to be the case that day.  So we took none of it for granted.

I can't believe you are celebrating your 15th birthday today in Heaven without me.  It's your very first birthday without your momma by your side.  And my heart crumbles every time I think about it.

But I know you must be having the very best day running and playing and eating treats.  Including fresh whipped cream!

Every day, I miss you, my baby bunny.  I still look for you instinctively.  I still forget that I no longer need to walk you each evening.  I still talk to you daily.  And I hope you can hear me.

Happy birthday to the little love who made my world better every day she was in it!  

I love you, Sadie!

XO Momma

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Summer Staples Shopping Haul

Hamilton sent me a text last week with a photo of the cutest pair of shorts.  And like the epic friend I am, I ordered them for myself too.


Old Navy was having a sale and then another discount on top of that and I really needed a few basics to get me through the summer months.  I am forever seeking white t-shirts.  It's just a constant quest in my life so be sure to let me know if you find a good one.  I picked up two, plus a bunch of other cute goodies.

But to change it up, I made a little shopping haul video.  

I like watching them so I thought it might be fun to make one.  It's short and sweet and you can watch it HERE.

Have you picked up any fun wardrobe staples lately?  What's the must have item you're constantly searching for?


Thursday, March 23, 2017

Raised Up By PBS

My earliest memory of watching PBS is getting to stay up late to watch the little black and white TV in my parents' bedroom.  Peter Paul and Mary had a concert on PBS, and because we were such big fans in my home, my dad let me watch the whole thing.  I laid on the end of the bed, chin resting my my hands, listening to all of my favorites.  To this day, I can still sing every song.  But nothing brings out my waterworks like Puff The Magic Dragon.  

My favorite episode of Sesame Street is still the episode circa early 80's when they showed crayons being made in a factory.  I was fascinated by the colors and process to go from bits of wax to a new, full box of Crayolas.  As a kid growing up in suburbia in a state that didn't have many factories, this was my first exposure to how things are made in mass production.  It's stuck with me.

My exposure to music and theater and film began because of three little letters.  PBS.  

But it didn't end in the 90's when everyone found their way to cable television and Internet.  PBS remained a staple in my life, as well as the lives of millions of Americans.  

PBS continues to be my connection to new music, theater, film, and news.  PBS was teaching us to cook long before Food Network was even imagined.  And I still find old episodes of Julia, Martha, and the fabulous America's Test Kitchen playing on the weekends.  

Raise your hand if you have seen the Les Mis 25th anniversary episode at least half a dozen times but still well up when all the Jean Valjeans are lined up onstage at the end.  I'm not the only one, right?  With the flags and each one taking a line and everyone singing never gets old!

But even if none of that played a part in your childhood, adolescence, young adulthood, and inching up on middle age certainly watched Downton Abbey.  I mean, by the final two seasons, it was super mainstream {where were you people for the first two seasons when it was just me and a girl I barely knew in high school talking about it?}.  

PBS is not just part of our lives, it's helps raise us up.  It teaches kids.  It teaches teens.  It teaches adults.  It gives us something that even with all the extra options available these days online, you still can't find anywhere else.  It's an untouched corner because it still does it right.  PBS pushes boundaries and broadens horizons.  PBS raises everyone up!

PBS is important.

Not just nice or fun.  Not just something to watch on a Sunday night.  Not just another channel.  It's important.

It's important to have PBS as a safe space in this world to learn that the world is a rainbow of colors and abilities and backgrounds.  It's important to have PBS as a welcoming place in this world to known you are not alone in your curiosity about animals and nature and music and culture.  It's important to have PBS as an encouraging champion in this world to expand your mind and grow as a person and to push beyond what you ever realized was possible.  

It puts a pit in my stomach to think that we are this close to eliminating funding for fundamental aspects of our American life such as arts and PBS, health care for all, Meals on Wheels, etc so that the Wall Street rich can get richer, and the racist monument wall can go up.  We are all better than that.  We as a nation are so much better than all of this insanity!  I'd rather see Big Bird than a big wall, any day of the week!

This country cannot afford to be materially rich and spiritually poor.  ~JFK


Wednesday, March 22, 2017

From September 11th To Broadway: Come From Away

On September 11, 2001, planes that were mid flight when American airspace closed, were diverted elsewhere until the US could get a handle on the emerging situation.  38 of those planes, carrying nearly 7000 people, were diverted to the tiny town of Gander, Newfoundland, population 10,000.

When I think about September 11th, I think of a few things.  The big picture of the Twin Towers, Pentagon, and the fourth plane in PA.  The little picture of where I was and what I did that morning and the rest of the day.  Or a few days later learning a friend lost his father in the Pentagon.  And finally the domino effect that would happen over the nearly two decades that followed that day.

But I have never thought about all the planes that were already in the air that day and how their stories would unfold.  What those planes and people would do and where they would go and what they must have felt like to have that additional connection to the bigger picture.

Come From Away, the new Broadway hit show, takes us to Gander.  We meet the people who were on the planes and the people who literally opened up their homes and hearts as their town nearly doubled in the middle of the night.  Come From Away highlights the hustle to find food and shelter for everyone on these planes, including babies and pets, the shock and fear that came over everyone as they finally learned what had happened when they were stuck on planes for over a day without information from the outside world, and how groups of strangers coped in the midst of it all.

As I mentioned yesterday, I read about this show a few weeks ago and immediately decided it was going to be a hit.  My visit to NYC to see my friends Hamilton and Eliza perfectly lined up with the opening week of Come From Away, further adding to the awesomeness of my weekend.  After reading exactly one NPR article and listening to the soundtrack, I boldly declared that Come From Away was the next Hamilton.  And then I hoped no one would remember me saying that.  

Everyone remembers me saying that.  But thankfully, I was right!

Come From Away is amazing!  The show itself is performed without a big set change, using minimal props, and without an intermission.  The cast members each play multiple characters, spectacularly portraying the passengers and the Gander locals, in a way that never once feels confusing.  The transitions are quick and seamless and I am still stunned how they manage to pull it all off.  When they were on a plane or bus or in a coffee shop, I felt it.  I could see that plane or bus or coffee shop, clear as day, despite using the same minimal set and chairs and cast members for each of those scenes.  It's brave and incredibly fresh!

This show is universally relatable.  Everyone in the world can tell you their own personal tale from September 11th.  It's not just an American story; it's a global story that is still playing out today.  To see these passengers who were not just American, but hailing from all over the world, go through this experience together in a tiny Canadian town, hits home in new ways.  It's unbelievable relevant today!

The music, the stories, the writing, and the cast are, in one word, brilliant!  I cried a few times, I laughed constantly, and I found myself grinning from ear to ear throughout the entire show.  

While I loved the complete experience, by far the stand out cast member was Jenn Colella, who so beautifully portrays Beverly Bass, the first female American Airlines pilot.  Her voice is incredible and has the power to take you through each new story without missing a beat.  I get emotional and inspired every time I listen to Me and the Sky.  

I feel so lucky to say I saw this new show at the end of it's first week on Broadway.  Not just because it's sure to be a huge hit and impossible to get tickets for now that the secret is out.  Mostly because Come From Away took me to places emotionally that are rare and special.  I both cried and laughed more than I expected, fell in love with the thousands of characters portrayed by about a dozen cast members, gained a broader understanding of the global impact of 9/11, and shared it all with Hamilton and Eliza.  

If you have the opportunity, I absolutely recommend seeing Come From Away!  You will love it!


Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Squirrel Sisters And Silver Linings: I Had A Perfect Weekend

Some weekends are nice.  Some are productive or busy or fun or good.  But then once in a blue moon you find yourself in the middle of a tip to tail, truly brilliant weekend.  Where plans workout, and you laugh so hard and so frequently that you forget all the everyday stresses, but you fit in the deep conversation too, as well as the warm fuzzies.  And on top of all of that, you eat your way through the most fabulous city.

I had a perfect weekend.  

Friday was sunshiny and lovely up here in the North Pole, making the quick drive in the afternoon to the train station the start of my happy little weekend.  I hopped on a train down to NYC and soaked up all the pretty views of the Hudson River along the way.  Rivers and barns and nature and sunshine and old homes and abandoned ice houses and bridges, oh my.  My little nerdy heart was calm and smiling.  

I managed to meet Hamilton in Penn Station without issue, which is a crying miracle given the total chaotic scene that it was on Friday night.  Big hugs and smiles were had, with a side of my screeching high pitched excited voice for good measure.  And off we went to meet the lovely Eliza.

A few equally chaotic subway rides and an easy walk later, I found myself in the far calmer UES in a lovely building with terrazzo floors and archways that reminded me of my childhood home in the best possible ways.  Every train and subway car I rode on that day was blasted hot so I was equal parts excited to take off my coat and duck boots, and to meet the lovely Eliza.  I feel like I was the most disheveled representation of myself for a meeting that was so long in the making.  But thankfully, no one seemed to notice.

Hamilton and I are sorority sisters who haven't seen each other since shortly after college, but we now talk daily.  It's been the most fun to build a new friendship on an old foundation!  But Eliza, Hamilton's wife, and I had never before met.  I felt like I knew her because Hamilton talks about her so frequently.  And Hamilton's stories are always glowing, so I knew I would love her wife.  But there's still just nothing like putting a real human with all the stories.  

I didn't just like Eliza though, I loved her.  She's smart, funny, beautiful, and kind beyond measure.  Hamilton and Eliza are two lucky little lobsters to have found each other!  

Sushi and Old Hattans {Hamilton's hybrid of an Old Fashioned and a Manhattan that was flipping delicious} and laughter filled up the Friday night agenda.  While all the crazies were out on the town guzzling gross green beer for St. Patrick's Day, we were snug as bugs inside catching up.  It was delightful!

Saturday morning included two breakfasts.  Because our breakfast breakfast was scheduled for later in the morning, we had a pre-breakfast breakfast of pain au chocolat and coffee.  I mean, literally nothing bad can possibly happen on a day when you have two breakfasts.  The best meal of the day...twice.  The second breakfast was equally delicious and this time included a new, sweet friend and her little dog too!

And then we were off to wander about for a bit.  

Hamilton is so nicknamed on this blog because we are both huge fans of the musical and every geeky thing that goes along with it.  I'm zero percent embarrassed to tell you we have had countless conversations that start with "did you see this article" or "go read Lin's tweet" or "I just heard that..." So in true Hamilton awesomeness, she took me all over on a mini Alexander Hamilton NYC tour.  We saw their graves, which was extra beautiful given my love of old cemeteries.  But it makes this portion of the story telling odd given that I have nicknamed my friend and her wife Hamilton and Eliza.  Someone did not think this thing through...  Typical.

We also went to see Fearless Girl.  Y'all...she's amazing.  Next time you are in NYC, pop over to get a dose of inspiration!  As we were standing there with a misting rain coming down and 100 tourists making a good photo nearly impossible, Hamilton whispers, "What a little badass!"  I couldn't have said it better myself. {Photo courtesy of Hamilton who was more patient than I was to wait for a good shot!}

Next we made our way to Fraunces Tavern, where George Washington gave his farewell address to the Continental Army.  It a beautiful bar, restaurant, and museum with lots of small rooms that give it a very intimate and cozy feel.  We sat in deep, old leather chairs by a fire and sipped bourbon and never stopped talking.  It was perfection.  

I had a moment when I was talking to Eliza and Hamilton and thought to myself, I am having the best time.  It was similar to an exhale, where you just let it all go, feel comfortable and peaceful.  I felt like I could be myself all weekend and I'm welling up realizing how powerful that is.  

{Truth bubble, not everything was perfection.  The company and tour were amazing, but by this point in the day I was annoyed with my jean situation.  Like ever woman, I have the full denim tour on the top shelf of my closet.  Big jeans and little jeans, fat day jeans and skinny day jeans, wide leg jeans and boot leg jeans and skinny leg jeans and jeggings and ripped boyfriend jeans and all the jeans.  I'm between sizes {and have been for years}.  So when I went to put on my jeans while packing and realized the skinny day skinny jeans were not happening, I picked my fat day skinny jeans.  However, I didn't factor in that they grow.  So by mid day on Saturday, I felt like I looked a ridiculous hot mess again with jeans that were wonky and baggy, even though they were meant to be skinny.  I have no idea if Hamilton and Eliza noticed.  And it in no way changed my awesome day.  But I'd be lying if I didn't admit I was irritated with myself for not thinking through the denim decision before leaving home.}

Fraunces Tavern was great, but between the warm fire, comfy chairs, and Enya music playing, we either needed to settle in for a long winter's nap or head to our next stop.  So off we went to Sel Rrose for the most delicious meal.  We indulged on an insane amount of oysters, truffle fries and bubbly, which is the most brilliant combination of pure gluttony.  And this is where my very favorite weekend moment happened.  Hamilton just smiled and said "I'm so happy."  Eliza and I giggled because it was out of the blue and truly just the most sincere moment.  But I felt the same.  Some moments are just so good that you need to be mushy and tell your people that this is a special day and you're glad to be a part of it.  I felt so humbled right then because it was the kindest thing to hear someone say that a day spent with you and their wife made them happy.  How in the world did I get so lucky to be in that little, perfect, glittery spec of time?!

After more food than any of us needed {and the moans of being too full later}, we headed to see Come From Away on Broadway.  Because this post is novel length already, I'm going to give this spectacular show a proper review tomorrow.  I declared several weeks ago after reading exactly one NPR article and listening to the soundtrack that Come From Away was the next big hit.  Actually, I called it the next Hamilton. I was nervous and regretted such a lofty declaration because that's a pretty big statement for a show that at the time hadn't even opened on Broadway yet. It turns out though that Come From Away is even better than I imagined. Put it on your must see list, my friends! 

My only real request for my visit wasn't anything over the top.  It was simply to have a really good bagel, my true carb love.  So Sunday morning, my carby dreams came true, topped with cream cheese and lox.  I can't remember a time in my life that I didn't love bagels with cream cheese and lox on them.  Pure comfort food!  

Morning bagels and chatter left us just enough time for a leisurely walk in the sunshine through Central Park.  Which was bright and cheerful and brimming with life on a Sunday morning.  

It's funny how life works.  A year ago, I hoped a lot of things would look very differently than they do today.  But the world keeps spinning, regardless of whether we're having a good season or bad season.  So we do our best to relish the highs, and find the silver lining in the lows.  

Squirrel sisters and silver linings...these are a few of my favorite things!  



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