One week ago, my stroll through Durango on Easter morning was spring at its finest.
The warm weather had the flowers soaking in the sunshine and there was a low hum of busy, buzzing bees in the apricot trees. Kids were hula-hooping in their yards, and pelotons of bikers outnumbered cars on the roads. A man wearing Vans with dreadlocks sped past on his skateboard, coffee in hand. (He was probably 45 years old. I love this town.) I happened upon a fairy’s house in a tree trunk as I ambled past the rows of adorable homes, hearing the squeals of an egg hunt on the next block.
Later, I enjoyed a holiday meal with my family followed by dessert outside by the pond. Sometimes it’s hard not to agree with the saying, “Home is where your Mom is.”
Fast-forward to today.
It started, as every morning does, with me losing the battle of the bed.
I was then reminded that I am slow to awaken by this very alert beast, ready to play, before I’d even finished half of a cup of joe.
I showed my support for John’s hockey team, who are in the playoffs. (I actually do love sports myself.) The Flyers won today.
I sat in the Utah sunshine out on the patio, hoping for new freckles under this big blue sky.
I had a snack (Tillamook Extra Sharp Cheddar and crackers), picked some basil from my baby plant, and prepped a delish dinner. Have you tried the Boboli crust and pizza sauce? A few additions (oregano, garlic salt, crushed red pepper) and it makes for a great base for any toppings- an easy pizza dinner.
Tonight’s pizza had pancetta, garlic, orange pepper, shallot, tomato and mozzarella. I topped it with fresh arugula and shaved parmesan once it was baked and bubbly. (When the pancetta came out, I suddenly had a kitchen assistant. Shocking.) Foxglove Zinfandel was a perfect date for my slice.
Two yummy Sundays in a row!
(Oh, the food was good, too.)
the usual bliss 