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Adam Mack’s 30th

Adam's 30th

Adam's 30th

Adam's 30th

Adam's 30th

Adam's 30th

Adam's 30th

Adam's 30th

Adam's 30th

A house full of friends and family, boxes of beer stacked in the snow, a lot of roasted pig, shells, coleslaw, cornbread and homemade BBQ sauce, a roaring fire, and a couple hands of Cards Against Humanity — a good night for a great friend.

Happy birthday, Adam Mack.

~K

30

Guess who is turning 30 this week?

Happy 30th!

Happy 30th!

And, oh. Holy smokes have we been friends for a long time. It feels like we were just celebrating this birthday. 

The shenanigans of this weekend will be properly documented. You’re welcome, Interwebs.

~K

Instagram: this week

Hey! How about this for a vague blog post: I’ve got a ton going on in my life at the moment, very little of which can I yet share. In the meantime, how about some more headless instagram fashion photos?

Yeah. I know. I’m boring. You came here for a rant about why I love Jesus, and what I’m knitting. FASHION PHOTOS ARE SUCH A STRETCH. But I’ll admit, although I’m not too much of a fan of these photos, I do quite like Instagram as an app. So much so, I’ve decided to Learn more about Kicksta and grow my followers. Well, that’s what everyone else seems to be doing so I’m just jumping on the bandwagon!

To be honest with you, I’ve been taking more “Instagramable” pictures recently and have thought of using more Hashtags for Likes because I’ve been wanting to gain some more followers on Instagram. The only issue is, I suck at things like captions and hashtags so it’s not been going too well! I know some bloggers grow with Nitreo on Instagram so I might look into that to see if it can help me get more followers!

You might be wondering why I suddenly want to get more followers on Instagram — it’s because I was talking to a fellow blogger and they said how after they focused on gaining followers on social media, naturally more people came and read her blog. So, I’m giving it a go! I also know other bloggers who use marketing tools such as offerwall monetization. This allows them to advertise their blogs on apps like Instagram meaning they reach a larger audience. I see offerwall ads all the time and I often take notice, so I know that they work to catch people’s attention. It seems like a good way to build a following, so I might try that next!

(Thanks for reading is what I’m saying. Hang in there. I’m sure my sewing machine will get plugged back in sooner than later.)

For now, Instagram Fridays might be a thing.

Last week:

Adam and Kim bought a new house. They are doing some major repairs, and we all pitched in last weekend. Somehow the only photo I have from the demo is of BJ with a crowbar and some nasty tile:

Instagram March 15, 13

(I asked Adam no fewer than 10 times, “You took before photos, right? I mean, this is totally different from when we started. You are documenting this. RIGHT?” To which he patted my little blogger head and walked away before he caught my crazy need to chronicle life. Don’t worry Internets. I’ll take photos.)

Instagram March 15, 13

Instagram March 15, 13

The weather in Denver has been nutty. We had a foot of snow earlier in the week, and today I’m sitting outside on the patio in 70 degree, clear blue sky weather, wondering if I should go put on a hat. The yard is muddy, the grass is coming back nicely, and of course tomorrow it is set to snow. My Arizona skin is having none of that. My legs want to be free. I’ve been wearing more skirts and dresses, although the open toed shoes haven’t yet made their way back to the front of the closet. (Snowy toes? Brrr.)

Instagram March 15, 13

Instagram March 15, 13

Instagram March 15, 13

To celebrate such nice weather, my brother and I took a hike this week. We parked in Boulder’s Chautauqua Park and headed up the Flat Irons for a couple hours. It was muddy, icy, rocky and a good bit of fun. Until he decided he’d had enough, sat down, pulled a bagel out of his backpack and threatened to take a nap on the trail so I could go off and continue to hike by myself.

“Just go do that little loop-de-loop. I’ll be right here. You won’t miss me on your way back.”

I kicked him in shins and we continued on together. (Yes, he has a shriner. No, I didn’t give it to him.)

Instagram March 15, 13

I’m thinking Fiji. Who’s in?

Here is hoping your week was wonderful. And next week is even better for us all.

Much love from a gorgeous day in Golden,

Kelli

Relleno’d

Heirloom Homestead Cooking

Heirloom Homestead Cooking

Heirloom Homestead Cooking

For every negative, there is a positive. Isn’t that some fancy law of physics?

(Let me tell you what I remember from high school physics: My teacher Mr. Barrett telling me, “You really aren’t the smartest, but you work the hardest.” Gee. Thanks. In turn, I “borrowed” his favorite classroom item, held it hostage for a couple months, providing a series of photos and ransom notes, and eventually got him to agree in the return of Mr. Penguin that I was not just smart, I was clever. Crafty, even. Hey Mr. Barrett, if you are reading this, good news: I’m doing just fine, and for the most part,* I’ve stopped holding things ransom.)

Heirloom Homestead Cooking

Heirloom Homestead Cooking

Heirloom Homestead Cooking

So, for every bad there is a good. Like my friends swooping in to cheer me up lately. It’s been pretty fantastic. Our dinner table has been full most nights with friends who just want a meal and conversation; they know nothing makes me happier. Having grown up in a family where nightly dinners without TV or telephone were mandatory — having people around my table gives such a sense of comfort.

Heirloom Homestead Cooking

I’ve had gobs of time to read cookbooks lately, and am up to date on my cooking magazines. Lots of exciting new recipes have crossed my path, and these hungry friends are happy test subjects.

Earlier this week: chile rellenos and black bean and honey cornbread casserole. Guacamole, chips, rotisserie chicken (such an easy cheat) and lots of time to catch up while wearing an apron. Bliss.

Heirloom Homestead Cooking

Heirloom Homestead Cooking

Heirloom Homestead Cooking

Heirloom Homestead Cooking

Later this week, I’ve got a handful of friends visiting. We’re doing a cookout, and I anticipate even more slightly blurry bokeh photos.

I know. I know. You can’t wait. Especially you, Mr. Barrett.

~K

*I might have borrowed a lawn gnome before leaving Arizona who occasionally sends his updates to the owner from his adventures around the United States. He will eventually make his way home.

 

Sit down, Warm up

A friend’s husband showed up unexpectedly at my doorstep yesterday afternoon. He’d been up canyon on his bike when it had begun to snow. By the time he reached my house, going some 40 miles an hour down Clear Creek, he was blue. His hands were frozen and the inner linings of his eyes were swollen to an alarming shade of red.

Spanish chorizo + lentil soup

Spanish chorizo + lentil soup

Spanish chorizo + lentil soup

Could he sit down for a second and warm up?

I shooed him in the door, got the dogs off the couch and plugged in the electric blanket. Soon, the kettle was singing and his hands warmed around a mug of tea. Dinner was already on the stove — Spanish chorizo and lentils from this month’s Cooks Illustrated. I had pans of salted caramel upside down pineapple cakes on the oven waiting to go in next.

Spanish chorizo + lentil soup

Spanish chorizo + lentil soup

He warmed up slowly, and stayed for hours, telling how he realized he was in trouble when he couldn’t keep both hands on the bike. Navigating down the canyon with two hands is terrifying, doing so with one hand tucked under your other arm for warmth is suicide. Thankfully, he made it. I promised him he wouldn’t have to ride any farther today; we’d find a way for he and his bike to get home.

Spanish chorizo + lentil soup

Soon, BJ joined us around the dinner table, swapping stories of our day and sipping soup. The snow began to fall in thick flakes. By the time dessert was served, inches of fluffy powder rested on the roofs of cars, the patio table, the greenhouse light fixtures, and everything in between. The mountains, so near, were out of sight for more than 14 hours as the snow continued to dance downward.

Salted Caramel Pineapple Cakes

Salted Caramel Pineapple Cakes

The soup was even better as leftovers today for lunch, enjoyed from the small kitchen table with a view of a golden sun, ringed by the brightest, clearest blue skies.

Time to walk the dogs,  plan the next meal and push forward. Visitors are always welcome.

~K

 

 

Teppanyaki Debauchery

BJ's birthday

BJ turned 21 again. We celebrated with some teppanyaki and hilarity — all of which I recorded with my bokeh lens. (How’s that for a weird sentence?)

BJ's birthday

BJ's birthday

BJ's birthday

BJ's birthday

BJ's birthday

BJ's birthday

BJ's birthday

BJ's birthday

BJ's birthday

Just another Monday night in Denver, one that ended with a certain someone (Adam) singing Salt N Peppa at karaoke.

I love my friends.

~K

Golden Abbey

Count me among the masses: I love Downtown Abbey. It doesn’t help I still have family in England and dream of this period of time. (As if we’d be upstairs. I’m pretty sure I was Daisy in a previous life. But, hey! Let a girl dream.)

So, I got a little carried this week preparing dinner for a handful of friends and dancing around my kitchen like I’m Mrs. Patmore, the cook.

January Dinner Party Fun

January Dinner Party Fun

Add photos of magic risotto here. Forgot to take those. Also, the side dishes. Oopsie.

January Dinner Party Fun

January Dinner Party Fun

I think they’d all agree: Edith — get yourself together. No more chasing after old dudes. Mary? Kinda weird you married your cousin. Also, stop bullying him. And Sybil — proud of you for marrying for love and not stature. Even if Branson, er your husband, is a bit mouthy.

And Matthew Crowley, if Mary gets to be too much of a pain, see yourself to Golden Abbey. No tuxes or tails required. I’ll even let you keep your inheritance. My daddy doesn’t need it.

~K

 

 

 

 

By Contrast…

Last weekend? Sunny desert Arizona.

This weekend? Snowy, dreamy Evergreen, Colorado.

Evergreen

Ducks, happy to find water that isn’t frozen.

Evergreen

Ice fisherman, happy to find a lake willing to hold their weight.

Evergreen

Future hockey stars and Olympic ice skaters, making the most of the groomed, frozen lake.

Colorado really does cold right. It gives you a chance to bundle up in warm clothes, but doesn’t stay too gray or too cold for too long. The sunshine is back in force and my goodness, is it gorgeous.

~K

Merry Christmas!

Taking some time away to be with family and friends, celebrate the birth of Christ, wander the forest with Nelson and hammer out the last few chapters of that next novel.

Thank you for another wonderful year, friends. You mean the world to me!

Christmas 2012

Much love to you — and those you love! Merry Christmas!

See you in 2013,

Kelli and the honorable Willie Nelson Mandela