Sometimes, though, you realize that Boston isn't home yet. It's not the South. Not that the South is perfect (hello, humidity and over-the-top University of Alabama football fans...kidding! ...mostly...), but it has been home for my whole life (excluding a few international jaunts). It's comfortable and homey and friendly. I know how life works there, and I have friends and family there. Driving isn't the absolute, dread-inducing nightmare that it is here. Air conditioners abound and not everyone lives in really tall apartment buildings.
Sometimes, you have to cry a little because you're homesick- no matter how well-traveled and seemingly adventurous you are.
And, if you're lucky, sometimes you find someone like Brad and you marry him.
A few weeks ago, I was having a bad few days. Brad decided to take matters into his own hands by making me a special dinner. I have a cookbook inspired by Harry Potter. It's full of British recipes and some recipes that go along with the plots (like butterbeer and pumpkin juice). We hadn't made anything from the book yet, and I honestly didn't expect Brad to tackle something by himself.
But he did. He made Cornish Pasties, Glazed Carrots, and a Victoria Sponge Cake. All from scratch. It was delicious. And, it cheered me up.
Cornish Pasties.
Thankfully, he didn't try what was on the next page: haggis. No, thank you.
The dough.
The chef.
The filling.
The final result!
The carrots.
Um, this cake was fantastic.
Brad probably won't read this, but in case he does: Love you, Brad! Thanks.
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