Rainy Days

Rainy days are sort of a "thing" here in New York. Frankly, they've been a "thing" since we left Colorado. Apparently 350 days a year of sunshine isn't normal everywhere else?  Germany, Ohio, and now, New York, have all presented their fair share of rainy days.

Last Saturday was one such day. With Tyler's mom visiting, we decide to make the most of our day stuck inside and spend much of the day cooking. (We welcome visitors- but this is your fair warning; there isn't much to do here. A rainy day means a TV show marathon, cleaning, or if you're in the spirit, baking.)

Since fall-like temperatures had started making their way, spending our day in the kitchen felt right.

Along with a few home brews, we cooked and chatted the afternoon away while the little guy slept.

 

 

This is how Kahla spent her rainy day.

 

Tyler made his sour cream bread. I know. Stop it.

 

 

Up next, pesto.

 

 

 

Next, oatmeal raisin cookies. For my waistline's sake, I'd love to say this was it, but...

 

 

 

 

Rum raisin peach chutney was up next. Homemade pickles from a few weeks ago on the far right. 

 

 

Baking, mixing, and whipping up some yummy eats was followed by a small guitar lesson.

 

Rainy days are a good reminder to slow down, smell the pesto, and enjoy the company of those you love most.

 

Now, I must go to the gym.

 

 

XO