I’d like to file a complaint.
Somebody has stolen all of the sunshine.
If you’re from a place where spring actually feels like spring, and summer looks like–well, like it’s supposed to, this is saying a lot.
I like my sunshine.
Mine. No touchie.
Having just flown back from a truly EPIC 4-day trip to St. Louis and Chicago, I’ve learned two things:
Thing #1: It’s not spring-like everywhere in the spring.
Cue multiple photos of me wearing 2 thick sweaters, 2 heavy coats, 2 pairs of gloves, knee-high socks, and boots the size of an overgrown sea elephant while waddling (much like a sea elephant) around the entire city trying to peek out at touristy attractions like the Bean without disturbing my puffy scarf and beanie.
Yes, the Chicagoans were visibly laughing as they passed by in their t-shirts. I would’ve done something about it, too…if waddling over to punch them in all my ridiculous layers didn’t make it look like I was just getting ready to give them a big bear hug or something.
Thing #2: As much as I told myself I wouldn’t be a pansy and say it’s “freezing cold” anymore when it’s, y’know, not…The lack of sunshine around here is killing me.
On my last day in St. Louis, it had warmed up to the point that I was eating renowned frozen custard from Ted Drewes wearing a tank top and a light jacket.
Today, I had to wear a thick jacket. Nuh-uh. Uncalled for, Cali!
So that’s what these brownies are for. Some people like to do rain dances. Since it’s been a dark, cloudy, overcast, likely-to-pour day over here, though, I huddled up inside with my books and made these gorgeously dark black sesame brownies and decided to throw in a bit of sunshine.… Read more