Rather than succumbing to grief on this milestone day, I am remembering my mom in, what I consider, a beautiful, positive way. Last week, I got my third tattoo and I love it. Maybe I’m going through a midlife crisis or maybe I’m mastering the art of not giving a f*ck what everybody else thinks, but, yes, I got inked. I am woman, hear me roar. (My dad is going to lose it.) I was 40 when I got my first tattoo, one which is deeply sentimental. My dad actually designed it and he and my brothers and I share it. While we have all dealt with my mother’s passing…
So, I made these lemon blueberry scones over the May 2-4 weekend and YOU GUYS! They were amazing. After all, if you weren't sitting down at 4am with tea and scones to watch the Royal Wedding last Saturday morning, are you even Canadian?
For some reason, when I contemplated making scones, orange cranberry scones were the first flavour-combination to pop into my head. Inspired by the Royal Wedding and all things British, I began researching scone recipes. It turns out there are one or two out there.
I kind of wanted a bit of leisurely time to myself to sit. Write. Drink coffee (which, by the way is only my second one this week, but that's another story). Go for a walk. On my already imperfect Mother's Day, I think I'm entitled.
Recently, I’ve had many people ask what I’ve been doing differently. Well, friends, there’s no magic involved, merely science sprinkled with a little blood, sweat and tears.
Oh, you thought Flumageddon was the end of it? Ha! Nope. Because nothing speeds along flu recovery like getting hit with a Lice Storm.