hope your weekend is all sorts of wonderful!
I’m pretty excited about this.
life in words and photographs.
wasn’t it just Easter?
on Sunday, we celebrated Jesus’ resurrection & the life we have because of it.
[photo by David Sunrock via Oh Hello Friend]
we ate some juicy strawberries.
I’m pretty thrilled these are in season.
we loved on this little guy.
he goes into mini beast mode whenever food is involved.
he only looks docile here. you should have seen him when there was still chicken in that bowl.
and I channeled the 70s.
I’m really liking the trend of long, pleated skirts and camel-colored platforms.
just so much to be thankful for!
Sometimes, we get pizza & froyo and have conversations that go like this:
R: I really like the jewelry that you’ve been buying for me these days.
D: That’s because you picked them out.
[It’s true.]
I really like this bangle. and this ring. I wear them every day.
p.s. have you tried watermelon with the honeycomb yogurt? It’s my new favorite.
when you’ve stood on your tippy-toes for an hour at the barre, you can’t be bothered with meals that take an hour to cook. that’s when panini presses (or, you know, Foreman grills) come in handy.
the menu:
grilled lemon herb chicken breasts. sautéed spinach with roasted garlic & butter sauce. [leftover] oven-roasted beets drizzled with honey. Breyer’s peach ice cream.
the menu [if I hadn’t been ravenous from working out my weight in sweat]:
popsicles. and frosted flakes.
[photo by Raya of Raya Carlisle Photography]
happy anniversary to the sweetest parents I could ever ask for.
Your love inspires us.
I Corinthians 13:7
It’s a Delonghi dual coffee and espresso maker for $30. We think that’s a pretty good deal.
When you came, we thought it was completely fine that you asked if we had coffee beans and a grinder, so you could try out the machine and make yourself a cup of espresso. But then you didn’t actually know how to use the machine and took half an hour trying to learn how.
Meanwhile, you asked if we were selling anything else. Yes, we said, a French press. “What is it made of?” Glass. Husband pulls it out of the cabinet. “Oh no, you can’t put that it the microwave.” One doesn’t typically put a French press in the microwave…
You finally made the espresso and then asked for milk because you couldn’t drink the espresso by itself. Um, wasn’t this just to see if the machine worked?
And then you asked for a to-go cup. To which husband replied, “No, we don’t have to-go cups. We’re not a restaurant.”
So we gave you a mug. You asked for a bigger mug.
You filled the cup with milk, poured in the espresso, and said “I guess this tastes like coffee.” Sir, what else is it supposed to taste like? And then you added, “It tastes like a regular drip.” Well, that may be because you made the espresso “light” and then proceeded to drown it with milk.
You asked for a lower price. We said no. Then you took all the parts and wrapped them up individually in bags before you left.
So to the man who bought our espresso machine, we would really, really like it if you or anyone like you, never purchased anything from us ever again. You had husband believing the whole time that we were being punked.
Thank you, Craigslist, for yet another wonderful gem of an experience.
Who needs to rinse the dishes when you’ve got this little guy?
He does such a good job getting every dish spotless. And he always comes back to make sure they are clean. It’s the least he can do when we’re paying off his puppy credit card, he says.
p.s. the best medicine? kisses & cuddles from my favorite pup when husband is at work. so thankful.
guess who’s sick & trying not to be bitter about it? when I feel the bug coming on, I harness all of my preventative power in the form of cold-eeze, defense drops, orange juice, chicken noodle soup. and when that doesn’t work, I wallow in the epitome of comfort, food.
so when D suggested that we use our coups (we love coups) for our own neighborhood Boudin, I hurried through my Chinese quiz, packed a box of tissues for my sniffles, and jumped in the car for some grilled cheese on sourdough and tomato soup. and girl at the counter must have felt sorry for me, because she threw in a couple of doosies, the technical term for icing sandwiched in between two chocolate chip cookies.
we’ll be back, Boudin. maybe next time for the pot roast in a bread bowl. YUM.
over & out. xoxo.
R:UCLA alum [international development studies & economics]. California girl. loves husband, Winston, breve mistos, food adventures,taking pictures, and travel.
D: Soon-to-be Merage School grad [wealth management & entrepreneurship]. banker, fellow adventurer, possibly the most interesting man in the world.
We met in college, became the best friends, and got married on July 3, 2009 against a backdrop of Southern California sunshine and rolling hills, surrounded by our wonderful family and friends. After moving to Orange County (though R spends half of her time in Westwood) and settling into our new apartment, we fell in love with a little tibetan spaniel named Winston and made him ours.
café au lait + honey is a blog [nickname by husband to describe our little family: R & D make up the misto, with Winston as the honey] about our adventures in life, food & travel.
Hope you enjoy reading, and if you care to, get in touch with me at ruth.g.gyllenh[at]gmail[dot]com.
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