My husband secretly cooked me meatloaf on Monday. (It is feasible that it was less covert and more my avoidance of the kitchen.) The dish was stuffed with sun dried tomatoes, had melted mozzarella on top, and was delish. So here I am, two days later, eating a cold meatloaf sandwich (of which I have gone without for a minimum of seven months).
Eating food that can justifiably be smothered in ketchup is distracting me from the fact that my husband has been in Rio for three weeks straight.
Smart move, husband. Well played.
Meanwhile, he has also left me with a list of priorities:
1. Puzzle
2. Anything else
Apparently, someone wants his table back and three pieces a day is not considered sufficient progress. I have been given a deadline of ten days to complete the hardest puzzle ever. (Thanks for that Lisa.)
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A few weeks back we took a day trip to Embu das Artes to celebrate some birthdays. Technically, it was only Suzanna’s birthday… but she kindly shared the day with me (since mine was on hold until we could make friends to celebrate with.)
Embu is located 40 minutes outside of São Paulo. The town was founded by Jesuit priests in the 17th century and still maintains buildings from the colonial period.
It is a charming city with cobblestone streets, handicraft shops, and plenty of spots to drink the day away. We opted for German fare which represented inhabitants that settled in the area generations ago.
On weekends and holidays, there is a handicraft fair which has been occurring for more than 70 years and attracts people from all over the country.
AND there were puppies… which makes this my new favorite weekend jaunt.
I have a new found love for all things guinea fowl.
Taste testing artisanal cachaças.
The floating head might be advertising hair braids. I’m not sold.
My husband ‘humoring me’ after I asked him to muddle for the picture. There’s a first for everything.
Also, I have officially become my mother with the use of that phrase.
Have you met… THE CUTEST PUPPY EVER?!?
Sampling toasted nuts and candied coconut.
Sampa is what the locals affectionately call São Paulo.
As with any good celebration, we rounded it out with Farkle and an exorbitant number of shots. I won the contest for most farkles.
Here’s to thirty good years, and seventy more to come. Happy birthday Suzanna!
