It’s been awhile.
I have a few excuses to explain why: My last week in Paris was spent drowsily studying for four final exams and writing a 10(ish)-page paper, giving many tearful goodbyes to my host family and friends, and taking a dozen trips across the city to buy Christmas gifts for my friends and family back home in Pennsylvania. Then came Christmas and all its frantic festivities, including a few verbal fights with my older brother and more than a few high-caloric dinners (and lunches … and breakfasts … and snacks … shh!).
And then my laptop’s battery died. So, really, I have good reason for not posting on my blog in a long time. Right? … Right?
Even though I haven’t had many candy adventures since my arrival back home, I’ve definitely eaten a lot of yummy,
processed American stuff. My first meal back in the states was Kraft mac ‘n’ cheese and “French” fries from Friendly’s, if that says anything at all. And my mother stuffed my Christmas stocking with Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup trees—I only asked for one, but she gave me eight. Thanks, Mom.
But if you really want to know how my winter break at home has been, feel free to check out the following photos (taken with my shiny new Nikon D3000. Thanks, Dad!) and look out for some new posts after the New Year and my arrival back to Northwestern!
Every Christmas, my mother and I bake sugar cookies together. And by that, I mean: she makes and rolls out the dough and cuts out Christmas shapes with cookie cutters, and I throw s**tloads of sprinkles on top. And then we bake them. And then we eat them.
Peppermint bark, snowballs, mixed nuts, Hershey’s chocolate (blegh, more like blocks of rotten sugar), and the remnants of my Reese’s trees. No Marchant Christmas is complete without a random assortment of sugary and salty things that none of us need to eat but that we eat anyway.
For the past few Christmases, my mom has bought a pre-baked gingerbread house kit from the grocery store and let me attack with full force. Usually I have my boyfriend decorate one half of the house, but every year his side looks like a confectionary bomb exploded all over it. So this year, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
My dad loves to make homemade pumpkin pie (cue the Carpenters’ “Home for the Holidays”) and his own ice cream to go with it (vanilla, chocolate-peanut butter, eggnog, and apricot this year). Nom.
My parents also made fried turkey as the main dish at Christmas dinner. I have nothing to say, except that this is rural-suburban Pennsylvania, after all.
My dog hasn’t been doing so well this winter. It will probably be his last. He may be an old man, but when it comes to his looks, I think he’s still got it.
My cat is a model, and he knows it. Also, I take entirely too many pictures of my pets.
Today, it snowed. So instead of doing all of the important things I was supposed to be doing, like buying a dress for New Year’s Eve at the mall (that’s important, right?), I was doing this…
… reading Jonathan Safran Foer’s Eating Animals (which you’ll learn more about in a post soon to come) …
… and making cake pops (which you’ll be able to see in another blog post a little later to come) with my new babycakes Cake Pop Maker courtesy of my boyfriend’s family. (Thanks, you guys!)
Even though I intend to cherish these last few days at home by relaxing with my family and hanging out with my friends, I can’t wait to get back to Evanston, IL and to get back to the ol’ grind at school. This trimester, I hope to go on some candy adventures in Chicago, to christen my new apartment’s kitchen with some fresh baked goods, and to find a new job (hopefully in the candy or baking business … a girl can dream, right?) to earn back all the money I spent in Paris.
But don’t worry—I’ll be blogging about it all along the way. And no excuses this time, either!