March 11, 2016
You only thought March Madness was about basketball.
No, no. March Madness is literal, a mental state of being – a place in time where you are so sick of winter, you are *this close* to losing your mind. The back-and-forth teasing of warm, sunny, summer-promising days in the midst of an inevitable return to winter chill and drear, pushing you ever-closer to utter insanity.
I’m beyond ready for summer – long days, hot sunshine, grilling on the porch, licking up melty ice cream cones. But no, we get none of that right now. Stuck in the doldrums, somewhere between hot and cold, I wait for the day I can throw my coats back in the closet for a few blissful warm months.
For me, it’s still too cold for ice cream. I need those sweet, sweet 90 degree sweat-drenchers to get me in a mental space for a frosty dessert.
Hey there, I’m Jenny! Do you spend your time daydreaming about what to cook for your family or next dinner party? If you are a home cook with gourmet inclinations, meet me in the kitchen!