tea + cornbread

The thing about moving halfway across the country is that you inevitably leave things behind. Your loft apartment with the beautiful skylights, your favorite Ethiopian restaurant down the block, your best friends with whom you play trivia every Wednesday night (and lose), and of course, family. My sister's birthday was last month and it broke my heart that I couldn't be there to celebrate (and I'm sure it broke hers too because dang, I make a mighty fine lemon cake).

Lately, I am especially missing my momma. The last few weeks have brought some potentially wonderful - but very scary - opportunities into my life. Change, while I always welcome it with open arms, still totally freaks me out. I wish my momma was here to give me a hug and tell me not to worry.

To try and cheer myself up, I thought about what my momma and I would be doing if she were here in San Francisco, or if I was at her house in Madison. The answer is the same: we'd be having tea and cornbread (and probably watching House Hunters). 

So that's precisely what I did. Irish tea with lots of cream and sugar and warm cornbread with extra butter.

I feel much better now.