Back from a little Caribbean vacation, reenergized and reprioritized. It was great to get away, and it was filled with excitement, drama, and even a little bit o’ relaxation thrown in for good measure. I took a crazy amount (over 500!) of pictures during our trip, but I think my hands-down favorite one belongs to this shot that The Husband took of Nick airborne over the water in Puerto Rico. Re-entry today was tough, and it instantly seems like we never left (isn’t that funny how that always is?), but it’s always good to be back in the comforts of home.
I had plans to tell you about this awesome Chili I made last night for the Superbowl, but that got pre-empted by something completely different, tonight’s dinner. My original plan for tonight was to make this new recipe for like-fried-but-not chicken that I found, but then I heard that it was Crepe Day. Besides being Groundhog Day (hello six more weeks of winter!), February 2nd is also the Catholic holiday of Candlemas, which is a feast that commemorates the purification of the Virgin Mary and the presentation of the baby Jesus forty days after his birth. Somehow along the way, for many French people, La Chandeleur (Candlemas) became a time to eat crepes too, go figure, as well as predict their luck for the rest of the year at the same time.
If you know me, you know that I’m never one to miss an opportunity to garner a little extra good luck and wishes (and if you didn’t know that about me, you’ll find out the next time we go over railroad tracks and I’m frantically touching something blue, and the ceiling, feet off the floor, closing my eyes, holding my breath and making a wish!). And considering we start the new year off by polishing off mouthfuls of black-eyed peas at my parents’ house, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. …