emotional eater, meet my love affair with Vermont

some of my first “emotional eater” —esk meals were a response to my first real moments of freedom. cabin, forest, romantic getaway with my love. no service. snowed in. unreachable. unavailable. there’s no one in the world that i have needed to be alone with in the way in which i needed to be alone with Brendan.

Vermont held our young love gently in the heart of the woods.

we saved money by cooking our meals instead of eating out and i had some of my first and favorite opportunities with an entire kitchen of my “own” and i made incredible, once in a lifetime food. stuff i’ll likely never be able to recreate, and that’s also fine. the stories and food memories are just as if not more important. no matter what, it’s always really good. i feel inspired in Vermont to truly unwind. the last time we went, i was completely overwhelmed by the news that we were going to be able to get the house we wanted, but were told was unavailable to us. that was the last trip that we had to make any other place in the world, ours. we’re headed back in November, +1

i cannot wait to show you what we eat! what we do, and where we go. i’m going to start building out the menu with you all. i miss cooking on the fire tremendously! i also plan to paint quite a bit. since we’re bringing pyper, we’ll have a really unique experience which means we’ll probably do less and get her comfortable traveling, first. we’re so excited to give her this experience. it also helps me see in real time that our family traditions are becoming deeper and longer and we are maturing into this love.

back when i used to drink omfg

she completely rules us. but not enough for us to have fallen for her fake limp stunt yesterday. she almost had me. but she switched paws. and lost her shit when i hammered. she just needs a little love. her birthday’s up next! she’s a November scorpio and you’d think she was born from me the way i love her and the way she loves me. i’m thankful she’s my dog. and i think she needs a dog friend. what do we think?

grits