Since becoming a mom, one of my favorite things to do (that we don’t do nearly enough) is to bring friends to our house or show up at theirs and spend the day, night, or both, snacking on food, and letting the kids entertain themselves, while enjoying the company of other adults. Easy bliss. (When we don’t do this, and if we have a babysitter and Alex has off work, one of my favorites is fancy foodie date nights in Miami. And on nights Alex doesn’t have off, it’s date nights starting at midnight and dancing until the wee hours of the morning and not-shamefully kissing his face in public…. but anyway….. 😉
My friend Steph invited us over for a lesson in kombucha-making and a promise to attempt to make the most fabulous pizza ever. She burn’t everything in site. (I’m mostly kidding). There was a full house, lots of kids, beer, whiskey and kombucha for me (have you tried it? I recommend it), failed attempts at dinner making…. being rescued by Steph’s pizza dough knowledgeable brother and Alex too, kombucha (my favorite) making lessons by Chris, yeast and bacteria talks, embarrassment at the grossness of my vegan cheese (if you like daiya, I’m sorry), and a good amount of fun and sarcasm all around.
I like these nights, I know I said it, but I do. I sometimes, (maybe embarrassingly enough) have dreams about days and nights like this, groups of us sitting around conversing and kiddos playing happily— not the most exciting dreams, but things I like and want nonetheless. I’ve now had six friends move away in the past year alone. SIX. And two of them, moms of little friends of Marlowe. Florida seems big, but it’s small enough where mostly everyone seems to know someone in some way. I’m happy to still not only have a fun bunch of friends around, but also a few to fill my life with food, sarcasm (yes, I’ve said it twice now, it’s a nice trait in my book), and with pretty rad kids for M to play with. I’d love if maybe they could all live right next door, but they’re luckily close enough and are awesome enough to make a drive for. I mean, really… can you go wrong with friends, homemade pizza, kombucha, handsome husbands, and happy kids? I think not. Those are the top for me.
Thank you Steph and Chris for a good time and my new kombucha scoby baby. I am beyond excited for my delicious (and money saving, phew) adventures in kombucha making.