Before anything else, I want to say a big thank you for your helpful and reassuring comments and e-mails about my blog identity crisis. Knowing I’m not the only person to have these feelings made me realize I don’t need to make a formal decision about where I want Espresso and Cream to go. Instead, I’m going to keep cooking and baking, and when other events seem post-worthy, they’ll make their way to these pages, too. Case in point….
It didn’t take long for me to realize that Florida Field, or The Swamp, was going to be one of my favorite places in the world. And over the years, that feeling has only grown stronger. It’s quite possibly the only place where I can just let go and forget everything besides here and now. The same applies for my dad – it’s obvious from the moment we set foot in the stadium.
Hopefully J will start to catch the bug, to really understand what it is I’m talking about. I think after his first game he’s one step closer. Because no matter what, a bad day at The Swamp is better than a great day anywhere else.
Back tomorrow with a recipe for something you’ve probably had dozens of times but have never tried to make at home!