12/25/2023 0 Comments Zen cakeI don’t know about you, but when life stresses me out – and it has been doing that a lot lately – I find the best way to unwind is by spending a little money on things that make me happy. My sister and I shared a slice of red velvet cake, a Snickers icebox pie with cream cheese frosting, a mini caramel pecan cheesecake, a mini white chocolate macadamia nut cheesecake and finally, a cheese marbled brownie. As is the case with any new discovery, I tend to splurge. I discovered that we have the Magnolia Bakery here in Lebanon (I’m guessing some of my American readers will recognize the name). I’m thinking it should be a regular segment on this blog! □ So today I decided to treat myself, and those who read my blog know that there’s no better way to cheer me up than with books and sweets! Yes, folks, it’s time for one of those posts again. I’m coming to terms with it now, and I’m already looking for a (cheaper) replacement as I’ve completely given up hope on retrieving it. To say I was upset would be understatement I went to bed and cried into my pillow for a bit after the incident happened. I’ve been having a less than stellar week, some bad things happened that culminated with the loss of my tablet, the one I use for reading eBooks. □ Triple Chocolate CakeĬontinue reading “Sweet Snapshot Sunday #4” → I take the metro to work every day, I have morning walks by the edge of the lake on my way to the office, I’m taking charge of my work, I’m hunting for an apartment, I’m getting all my paperwork in order… and I’m also of course discovering all the new dessert spots in town. It’s changed a bit in the few years I was away, it grew and developed… but I still see in it the home I once left behind.īut I’m happy now. It’s where I grew up, it’s where I feel comfortable, it’s where I feel free to be myself. This country is more of a home to me than my actual home country. Some of you might remember that I’ve spent the first 19 years of my life there before eventually going to Lebanon. I guess I should give a bit more information… I’ve moved to Dubai, UAE. For some reason this made me very depressed, and I was susceptible to random bouts of crying. Even though I was packing and having such a difficult time deciding which books I should take with me, it still hadn’t sunk it that in a few days time I was going to find myself in an entirely different country. One post ago I mentioned that I was going to be moving. Continue reading “It’s that time of the year again… HAPPY CHOCOLATE DAY!” → Chocolate Day 2015 Celebrationsĥ 30 p.m. After work I went to my favourite sugar haunts, and after debating between a 10-tier chocolate cake and a Ferrero Rocher cheesecake, I opted for the cheesecake, thinking it would be lighter. It was one of the best muffins I’ve ever had. I opted for a triple chocolate muffin with a gooey chocolate centre that exploded in my mouth (and got all over my fingers) with each bite. Chocolate Day 2015 Celebrationsġ2 30 p.m. Lunch time. The only thing that could’ve made it better is chocolate sprinkles. I feel this would be best expressed through a timeline.ġ0 a.m. I had a delicious, warm, buttery chocolate croissant. I just want an excuse to share pictures of the things I ate. That said, there’s no reason why it shouldn’t get a celebratory post even if it’s a day late, right? Well, technically, International Chocolate Day falls on the 13th of September, but I had driven myself into a sugar coma yesterday and absolutely could not muster up the energy to put up a post. I always expect or know what’s going on, and I already thought we had a plan for the day… so for them to show up at my door like that, I was actually so speechless I forgot to blow out my candles, and I just stood there with puffy eyes, grinning like an idiot, before I got pulled into hugs and kisses and a little bit of, “Zen, why are you in jeans?”Ĭontinue reading “The best things in life are surprising.” → I was greeted – after hobbling around for a couple of minutes frantically looking for pants to go with my short, short night shirt – with purple balloons, cake and streamers and a whole chorus of “Happy Birthday, Zen!” Let it be known that I have never been surprised on my birthday. I was jolted awake yesterday morning with the insistent ringing of my doorbell. Still, I have to admit that sometimes it is better not to know. But endings are sacred to me – and let’s face it, you can’t really enjoy an ending without knowing the beginning. When I think about it, it really is an amazing feat on my part that I do not flip to the last chapter with every book I read. I have this urge to find out about things before they actually happen, and get all antsy when I don’t know what’s coming my way, even if I know for a fact that it will be good. I am someone who has no patience for surprises.
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