Spaghetti

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This week, we're preparing for some time away from New Haven, which means lots of laundry, packing, errands, and cleaning out the refrigerator. We're rationing the milk in our morning cereal so that we won't have to buy another half gallon that we inevitably won't finish, reheating soup from the freezer, and resisting the urge to open a new package of cookies. 

My favorite chore was finishing off the jar of spaghetti sauce. Now I'm all for some handmade pasta and from-scratch tomato goodness, but I can also appreciate the humble box-noodle topped with a jarred sauce. When I was younger, those chunks of tomato would have been unwelcome, so my mother often pulsed jarred sauce in the blender before dinnertime, but now I don't mind it so much if one of those red blobs gets tangled up in my noodle twirl.  

Spaghetti is one food that I can eat and eat and eat. And when I'm finished, I shockingly still feel hungry for more. (There might be a nutritional explanation for that phenomenon, but I prefer to blame it on sentiment.) My grandfather used to tell me to come to a pasta dinner with an empty leg--there's more room that way. It's great advice.

Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time for dinner. Black bean chili with a side of cornbread. I had to make the cornbread with applesauce because we're out of eggs. It might be weird. I think I'll keep my leg full for this one.

Have a wonderful Wednesday!

Hibernating

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Hibernating

I've been hibernating. 

January and the first weeks of February were quite reminiscent of our lives last winter. They were cold, sometimes snowy, and full of the stress and excitement of having to make important life and career decisions.

Thankfully, we've reached the next stop on our journey through business school, which means that things can relax for a little while. I can now officially say that we'll be back in Atlanta for several weeks over the summer for Amar's internship experience! I'm looking forward to central a/c (we currently live in a non-air conditioned, third floor apartment), Georgia peaches, and casual Saturday night card games with relatives. 

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Snow day!

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Snow day!

Yesterday's blizzard, which left us with a foot of powdery snow, gave me just enough time to (almost) finish my project for this month--transitioning this blog to its own website. 

Ta da!

The layout is done, all of the posts have been imported and the photos updated. I'm not done updating the internal links between posts or the tags that organize the content, but the rest of the site should be up and running! Take a look at the About page to see what I'm thinking for this year.

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5 Wishes

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5 Wishes

There was once a young girl who was the daughter of a salesman and a seamstress. Her father traveled often, so the girl spent most of her days playing or reading in the corner of the dressmaker's shop while her mother worked. Each morning, just before dawn, the girl and her mother would ride the bus into town. Most of the time, the girl napped, her head leaning against the window. But during the Christmas season, she loved to look at all of the decorated store fronts as they drove past. Each day, the square had a few more decorations--first the lights, then the garland, the figurines, the bows--until every window and every light post was devoted to the season.

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10 O'Clock Decorating

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10 O'Clock Decorating

We had a date planned for Thursday night to make pizza, sip wine, and watch a Christmas movie while putting up our holiday decorations. Then life happened in the form of resume deadlines and networking phone calls for him, and a giant, un-mendable hole in the pizza dough for me. At nine, we ordered a pizza with only sauce and topped it ourselves, watched an episode of House of Cards, and postponed the decorating until Sunday.

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Photo Friday: 10 Years, 2 Mascots

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Photo Friday: 10 Years, 2 Mascots

Here's a fun fact for your Friday: 

Amar and I went on our second first date ten years ago this coming week. (The first first date was sometime in high school--we went to the movies with a group of friends and sat next to each other on purpose.) Coincidentally, our second first date was also to the movies. We saw the fourth Harry Potter. I wasn't sure if it was a date-date or a friend-date, so I planned on arriving early and waiting to see if he would buy my ticket. Instead, I ran late, he'd already bought both tickets by the time I got there, and I spent a good part of the movie searching for other clues as to what kind of date we were on.

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