Since mid-August, I feel like my crazy life has been one big trip.
That is not a complaint in any way, shape, or form–just a statement of fact, as for the most part all the trips were amazingly wonderful. But there is something to be said for being at home with the pupcicle and doing something for the first time in a long time, which was breathe.
There was no thinking about work or planning the next trip or cleaning or planning of ET posts. I gave myself permission to have a day all about doing what I wanted to do, which was a whole lot of cooking, yelling at stupid ^&*&$%*@&(%) football games, a Harry Potter movie marathon, and snuggling with the Princess Pupcicle, who was happy to oblige.
It was completely opposite to my amazing Thanksgiving last year in Florida. Nor was it the Thanksgiving I thought I would be having (aka in Texas with the Fam), but it was truly what I needed–so for that I am exceptionally grateful.
I got to geek out with my roasted pumpkin soup by roasting the seeds and adding them to the top.
And took the time to make mini pumpkin pies with fresh whipped cream (thanks April–Lucille makes it soooooo easy!). I loved how they turned out–perhaps not Food Magazine worthy, but you can tell they were made with love….AND A LOT OF TIME ROLLING DOUGH! Poor Addy, she thought she was getting cookies (perhaps a task for this weekend!).
Happy Thanksgiving–even if it wasn’t what you thought it would or should be, I hope that in the end you had a great day! Gobble-gobble!
In trying to find pictures for Throwback Thursday, I realized I have a lot of pictures of adult beverages (that is said with pride, by the way). As such, I’ve decided rather than share pictures of me with bad 80s hair and glasses that legitimately covered half my face, I could easily share glasses of a much tastier kind.
Despite being in loooooooooooooove with wine, in my very heart of hearts if I have to pick an adult beverage of choice (and let me make it VERY clear I would very angry with whomever would make me actually choose a side), it would have to be beer (but honestly, it’s like asking a parent to pick a favorite child).
Of course I have my favorite beers, like Shiner, Stella, and Guinness, but when traveling out and about I also love to try the local beers. As such, I drank a lot of Key West Sunset Ale during our long weekend. It was light and smooth, but had a slight bite on the finish…you know, not enough to be considered bitter but enough to let you know you were drinking beer and not that dreaded water-crap.
Here are TK, James, and I at one of the many watering holes Key West has to offer, enjoying our Sunset Ales. Cheers!
I wasn’t actually planning on Margarita Monday to be a regular thing, but I figured what the heck–who doesn’t like margaritas?!?!? Also, if you’d like a picture of your tasty margarita to appear here for Margarita Mondays, please tweet it to me @epicurioustexan!
This tasty little baby was from The Smallest Bar in Key West, which is only 72 square feet!
Okay, I’ll admit it–I’m not the best about reading the Travel Guides thoroughly. Sure, if something catches my eye, I will read it. But for the most part, I just skim and glance and flip through the pictures.
So when I read that The Florida Keys had over a thousand islands, it didn’t register properly. Obiviously, as I was suddenly struck with the grand idea to check in (on Facebook) at each island as we passed through on our drive from the mainland to Key West.
I thought I was being clever and funny. Honestly, I was expecting to drive through maybe 10 islands. MAYBE. Oh, but no…there were more….so many more, much to everyone who follows me on Facebook dismay. Apparently there are 43 islands connected to Highway 1–so really everyone on Facebook should be thanking me because I know that I didn’t check in to that many islands. I saw several on the way back that I know I missed, but in order to keep the Facebook peace, I figured it wise to NOT check in on the way back, even to those islands we missed on the way down!
I didn’t mean to miss them–honest! But we were driving through some of them so quickly (as in the island itself was tiny, not that TK was driving fast), that sometimes I was still waiting for one check-in to post as we entered a new island! Somehow I feel that no one minded (other than my OCD) that I skipped a couple.
Keys were everywhere! Sure, there were the famous ones we’ve all heard about like Key Largo and Islamorada, but then there were random Keys, such as Elliot Key and Pelican Key and Jeep Key and Sugar Loaf Key and Summerland Key and Big Pine Key and Little Pine Key and I could go on and on and on. Rather, I dutifully checked us in every time we crossed a bridge into a new Key! TK thought he’d be hilarious and checked us in (well, since he was driving TECHNICALLY Sissy used his phone to check us in) to Car Key. HA HA HA HA. It’s funny. C’mon–even if you weren’t there because if you were, you’d think it hilarious!
By the end, probably no one was more sick of my genius plan than I was. I happily checked us in to Key West (because I am NOT A QUITTER!) and threw my phone in my bag to observe the end of Highway 1, as we literally ran out of land. So we hung a left and went to the airport, where James was waiting patiently for us to pick her up for our Key West adventure to begin!
I’m not quite sure why everyone is afraid of getting older. It definitely beats the alternative. Despite how you feel about birthdays, they are definitely a time to reminisce and reflect about your life. Notice I didn’t mention mope, regret, lament, or anything else negative? What’s the point? Sure you can beat yourself up and wallow in regret and self-pity until they swallow you whole. But life, in my humble opinion, is about living. It’s about doing. It’s about dreaming. It’s about learning to forgive yourself and move towards happiness. Don’t get me wrong, I’m the first to admit that I’ve wallowed in self-pity while sitting in bed eating ice cream and watching Lord of The Rings so many times that my discs are now starting to skip. But birthdays are not a time for moping!
Although admittedly, I was looking at a BIG birthday and I’m not going to lie: the thought of wallowing sounded nice and comfortable. Who doesn’t like jammies and Netflix and ice cream? But I realized I can do jammies, Netflix, and ice cream anytime. What I haven’t done in over 3 years was TRAVEL somewhere new and I thought it was about damn time! Since it was for a BIG birthday–which, btw, I lovingly renamed Not Forty, But Fabulous (and I encourage everyone to join in!)–I decided to do it BIG! Nope, I’m not talking about a big oversees trip (although, that would have been amazing as well), I decided to see more of this country.
The first birthday trip was to: Florida! Of course this is not a big surprise, if you actually read the line above the great advice offered by the fabulous Mae West, follow me on Twitter (@epicurioustexan), Instagram (@epicurioustexan), or Facebook Epicurious Texan (shameless plug and hopefully you noticed a trend–I’m pretty easy to find)!
Ahem. Where was I? Oh yeah, Florida! I arrived late Wednesday night and had a very relaxing Thursday morning hanging out with the pupcicle nieces while BFF and BFFH worked until about noon. The condition for me coming south on this little sojourn was to go somewhere new–so when BFF & BFFH got off of work, we loaded up the car, left the pupcicles in good hands, and took off on a road trip south–to KEY WEST!
As I mentioned yesterday, our first stop (after checking into the B&B) was at Fat Tuesday for the Official First Drink! Everything after that was a bit of a blur. KIDDING! just kidding…kinda…
It was a great weekend, filled with lots of laughter, lots of fun, and of course, lots of beer…and booze…oh, and food and maybe some more beer. So grab a margarita (or two) and stop in later to read more about it.
Here’s a preview: chickens.