I spent the last few days moving and working. I dread looking at the calendar because there is not a second to breathe or enjoy my new home.
Surprisingly, I had some good friends who helped me with the daunting task of organizing and unpacking. I promise you, I could live out of boxes forever.
I’ve been really excited to plan what my first meal was going to be in my new kitchen, which is totally adorable AND instagrammable. It also is set up perfectly for a cooking show, so (eyebrows, eyebrows). But at the end of a tiring week and an even more exhausting move, nothing else sounded better than a good ol’ PB&J.
Organic, no stir peanut butter, and raspberry jam.
And for a drink?
Nothing like a childlike meal after a tough week of adulting, am I right?
Looking forward to cooking and creating more very soon.
Edit to say technically, my first cooked meal was breakfast today.
Cooked oatmeal with vanilla and cloves and orange zest. Topped it with honey Greek yogurt, macadamia nuts and orange slices.
So, there ya go.