This past weekend, our school trusted that we med students could handle a very rare, treasured 3-day weekend.
Instead of my usual pinterest-filled, sleep-until-you-drag-me-out-of-bed, clean-all-the-things post-test weekend…I hopped on a sunrise plane to New Orleans to visit my dad.
New Orleans is up there. Paris, Switz, the Florida gulf coast, and New Orleans top the favorite places and home-away-from-home lists.
Out of proximity, I find myself in New Orleans more often than any of the other places, and every trip manages to fit in the perfect balance of old favorites and new finds. Continue reading
This post was thiiiiis close to being another edition of “let me tell you all the crazy things that can happen to the brain.”
I have decided not to subject you to this, and for that, you’re welcome.
Instead, let’s talk about the great and honorable intentions I have for spring break.
I always approach breaks from school with faaaar too much ambition. There is usually a huge gap between what I dream I will accomplish, and what I actually end up doing. My rough goals for spring break look like this: Continue reading
Oh. So one time, I made scones a full WEEK before Valentine’s day so that I could post them in time for you to make the perfect breakfast for your love!!! They were even semi heart-shaped, and full of red jam, and I planned them out for at LEAST 4 days. I was so on top of my game. Continue reading
Now that we’ve overloaded you with cookie recipes, let’s take a brief break and make some cornbread.
I’m a little embarrassed, because I’ve been meaning to share this recipe with you since, oh I dunno…Thanksgiving. Remember that holiday? It was only 3 1/2 weeks ago, although it feels like it was about 13 lifetimes ago. Once again, I lost weeks of my life to learning about a single organ in the body. This time, the kidneys. I suppose I should just get used to this by now, but it still kind of amazes me how it happens. Continue reading
I took my first final of the semester yesterday.
Especially whew because, um, I thought my exam was three hours and found out as the proctor was telling us the exam instructions that, no, it was in fact a four hour test. That’s a nice(?) surprise. Thanks to the parking gods for not giving me a ticket even though I only paid for three hours of parking, not four.
Since my first final was yesterday, my first test ritual of the semester also occurred yesterday. Test rituals are weird. But everyone totally has one. And they’re all totally psycho (in the best way promise).
I just basically slept for the last week, and I feel SO much better. It’s amazing what a little lazing around can do for a girl.
I’m super looking forward to baking (and posting!) more regularly again. This summer was a whirlwind that did not consist of butter, sugar, and flour. And those are my least favorite kinds of whirlwinds.
So. Anyway. Decisions. Those are things.
Sundays are my favorite day of the week.
Is that weird? Some people I know (The Accountant being one of them) just seriously hate Sundays.
I guess I get it. Monday– and the start of another work week– is just around the corner.
But that’s not how I see Sundays.