I use to be the little girl that hid behind her mommy’s long skirt when asked her name.  At times, I think I actually tried to hide underneath.

That shy little girl reappeared when Matt, my husband, asked me to walk up to random moms on the street, introduce myself, hand their child a juice box, and give them a business card (if you are new to the blog…we just relocated to Boston).  Are you Kidding me?!?! No…definitely no.

So there I stood after two weeks of resistance with juice boxes in one hand and business cards in another in front of a park filled with families.  It was then that I panicked…hid behind a stone wall… and began to have what I would consider to be a minor melt down.  Like my mom had years ago, Matt made me come out from behind my hiding place and face my fear.

It was a palm-sweating dreadful few hours as we made our way around the parks in Boston.  The only thing getting me through, well beside my persistent husband, was the thought of a sticky bun.  Yup, a sticky bun.  I made Matt promise to get me a sticky bun from the famous Flour Bakery if I handed out over half of my cards and juice boxes. And I am proud to announce…I did it!!

So off we went to the bakery… only to discover they were SOLD OUT! I looked through the counter glass at the other options, but on that day I wanted a sticky bun.  Matt caught a glimpse of me pouting as he ate his cookie and promised that we would come back when the next batch came out of the oven. We went off on our way and returned in the pouring rain hours later only to find no sticky buns.  The story continued to repeat itself over the next two weeks.  Apparently everyone in Boston loves sticky buns!

It had been almost a month and still no sticky bun…until yesterday.  I was in the kitchen when I heard the doorbell ring.  Opening the door I found a small box on the stairs with our name scribbled on the top.  I picked up the box and found a sticky bun inside!  That is when Matt came around the corner with a big grin on his face!

Let me just say…it was delicious!

Note: Order in advance…hours in advance.

 

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I couldn’t believe that my Boston Red Sox hat was lost.  I tore through the apartment finding it just in time…well a little late.  My sister-in-law was in town and she was spoiling Matt and I to a ball game and dinner…oh and I almost forgot frozen yogurt with strawberries, blueberries and chocolate crunch on top:) Delish!

Renee was craving lemonade.  And as you can see…every vendor was out.  Oh! Did I tell you she is expecting!!!! We talked and talked and talked…hardly watching the game.  We both commented at one point that the game was boring.  Matt replied, ” They just hit a home run and cracked a bat.”  Oh…we replied and went back to talking about the coming baby Thomas.It really was a perfect day!

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I never thought I would miss my mixer and wooden spoon.  But after two months of traveling…I just want to bake and cook till the fridge can’t close.  

I made these blueberry scones right before we left Cleveland.  Make them now…they won’t disappoint you:)

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We made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the car so I wouldn’t be tempted by the sweet smelling food.  My grocery shopping for the week was complete…so I didn’t “need” to buy anything, but I really wanted to go to the local market.  And we did…

Next time I will take a specialty grilled cheese from the food truck…some heirloom tomatoes and the most amazing chocolate I have ever tasted. Oh, and the puppy too!

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