One true thing I know for sure.
Life is never boring in my 'hood.
I arrived home from work on Saturday night to a pastry making lesson.
I might not bake, but I'm always prepared. Kitchen Aid, a scale, parchment paper, baking pans of all shapes and sizes, you want it, I got it. Well except nutmeg, I seem to be out of nutmeg.
Elle found French butter and her sister sent recipes.
We started with pate brisee.
And ended with Quiche Lorraine.
But in between the Saturday night pastry making and the Sunday eating, quell disaster.
Elle dropped the Kitchen Aid on her foot. Do you know how heavy a Kitchen Aid is?
Heavy enough to send her off to the emergency room for 4 stitches.
Sunday afternoon , Elle resumed the lesson.
It was delicious.
Not to be undone by her walking boot she will wear for 8 weeks, she then whipped up a clementine cake.
We did have a Super Bowl party to attend after all.
As I was making my hummus, there was a knock on the door.
My new neighbor's brother was standing there with a towel wrapped around his wrist.
He had just cut his wrist with an exacto knife, another trip to the emergency room and six stitches for him.
There were no accidents at the SB party, though I'm sure Denver fans would disagree.
In the past week Elle has watched her first Grammys, State Of The Union and Super Bowl live.
She has visited an American emergency room, gone to Zumba, and lived through several snow and ice storms.
Gus has also stolen her hair clip and Lucy seems to be perpetually drenched in her perfume.
As for me? I'm being very careful.
Very, very, careful.