Oh, June. June... you are a nutty, nutty month. You are living la vida loca, and yes, I am still living in 1999. I am also still living in a world where June means summer... not recitals, teacher gifts, preschool graduations and camp registrations because, oh right, I'm a mom now and not a teenager living at the turn of the century listening to Ricky Martin. It's just that when I was a kid June used to symbolize the beginning of summer, and now it feels like the end of so much. Perhaps that's because I'm an emotional wreck about my kids growing up and my daughter starting elementary school next year with her big bro. Time is speeding by, and this time of year is making me nostalgic for simpler times... when a new Backstreet Boys song was all I really cared about.
Maybe I'm feeling this way because my mom has been staying with us for a few weeks and the other night she cooked dinner. This always causes me to feel a bit like a teenager. (By the way, does anyone else have a child that says "a bit" all of the time because Peppa Pig is everywhere??) As much as I love to cook, there is nothing better than someone taking over every once in awhile. That particular night, she made us a Chicken Marsala which was delicious! It felt like comfort food but tasted light and refreshing - like something you could eat again and again.
She followed this recipe :)
Stay tuned later this week for an epic ice cream cake!
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