![]() ![]() I topped the cream with fresh berries and a petite pastry cut-out. The cream is good enough to eat on its own, but when married with a flaky and slightly sweet butter crust…HEAVEN. I had to make an extra for the love of my life.after all, its summer in Austin, and we need cool and creamy desserts to make it through these 100 degree days.Ī simple tart crust is filled with a seductively smooth pastry cream. They enjoyed the tarts, and Ryan and I enjoyed them too. I’m happy to say that the proposal was accepted, and my two friends will be getting married sometime next year. ![]() I found a recipe that I knew Molly would love, put on some good music, and spent a lovely afternoon baking, thinking only good thoughts of the couple-to-be. Of course, I said, and pulled out my cookbooks. Richard asked me if I would be willing to make a special dessert for the proposal. They were meant for each other, as corny as that may sound. Not because they are dependent, but because they seem wedded in spirit. When I see one, I can’t help but think of the other. Richard and Molly are a couple that radiate a room together. ![]() He was going to propose to his girlfriend, another one of our good friends. We all need to wake up next to someone we love (be it a boyfriend, girlfriend, cat, husband, wife, partner).Ī few weeks ago, one of our friends shared some exciting news with me. But I’m happy to say that at 25 my marriage to Ryan has been far better than anything I could have ever hoped for. When I was 15 years old, I thought being married would be pretty great. I’ve been blessed with many in my life, but I’m especially thankful for Ryan-he’s my number #1 man. I could even convince my dad to bring the ol’ Hobie Cat out of storage.īut the one thing I’ve always wanted throughout the years is a partner. I could trade bagels for popsicles, long walks for rides. Maybe when I turn 30, a few of those dreams will have come true too. Back then, I imagined that I would live on a boat, sell popsicles to my friends, and ride horses through bird sanctuaries before going to bed. I’m not a housewife, far from it, but I’m a lot closer to what I imagined my life to be like at 15 than at 19.Īnd so now I’m going back even further, to when I was seven or eight. We talk about having kids in a few years, and I spend my weekend nights baking bagels. I stayed up late, went to class after only 4 hours of sleep, and somehow managed to make it through my freshman and sophomore year without getting into too much trouble. I swore I wouldn’t get married, wear a bra anymore, or even think about having kids. Remember being 19 years old? One year away from home and everything seemed different to me. I think I even wrote a letter to my future husband. We imagined what it would be like to wake up next to a boy. We cut out wedding dresses from an older sister’s bridal magazine. I remember staying up late with my best friends, paging through magazines, and talking about finding the ONE. Do you remember being 15 years old? I certainly do. ![]()
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