Kitty Deschanel | Food, Wine, and Travel Adventures in an Airstream Basecamp

You know you're addicted to Candy Crush when... Let's see. If I've played 575 Candy Crush levels at an average of 15 minutes per level (some took very little time, but some took FOREVER) that means I've spent...ummm... Only 8,625 minutes playing candy crush over the past few months (I was late to the Candy Crush party. It didn't sound like that fun of a game, but one weekend afternoon, Sexy Nerd was out of town and I was bored.) 8,625 minutes, so... just 143.75 hours... Almost 6 nonstop days of playing Candy Crush. (And, let's face it, that average of 15 minutes per level is probably pretty generous. A few of those levels took WEEKS!) Now how am I going to waste all my time??

Poor Sexy Nerd. Now that I've finally seen Wicked, I can't stop dancing and singing (off key) throughout the house. People are so nice in London. I bought the cheapest ticket and sat down at the back of the theater. Then, an employee came over, checked her seating list, and moved me much closer to the stage at no extra charge! She called me "love" in the cutest accent.

You have to stop and take a photo whenever you come across goslings, with all their adorable peepery and fluffiness.   Much to Sexy Nerd's dismay, we've been coming across groups of sweet baby geese like these several times a day! Yes, Sexy Nerd, we do need to stop every time. (And, no, I have not been attacked by any mama geese yet!) Peep! Peep! Peep!

I've been depressed lately, which I know is stupid and doesn't make any sense, but I can't shake it. There was even a party for me at work yesterday and I couldn't enjoy it. Afterward, my coworker asked if I felt like I could burst into tears at the drop of a pin. I hadn't realized it was so obvious. Random, bad things in my life that normally wouldn't be a big deal have all been piling up. To top everything off, something ridiculous happened last week that has my hormones completely out of whack, making me feel like I'm not myself. It feels like I'm losing my mind. It's exactly what I didn't need right now. But today, I'm 30. Things are looking up.

Did SNL ever make an Easter version of that Christmas song? You know, like "I don't care what your mama says, Easter is full of chee-er". Or something like that. (That song is stuck in your head now, isn't it? Sorry.) I'm rambling because it snowed last night and is still snowing this morning. Even though it's my day off. Apparently, the weather doesn't care that I purchased the Bossypants audio book and have been planning for 2 weeks to listen to it while walking today. I suppose technically there's no reason to cancel my walk and stay in my pajamas all day just because of a little snow... It's probably icy though. Better not chance it. On to the Easter goodness! "Peep! Peep!" What You'll Need (makes 10 super-cute Peeps nests) 7oz melted chocolate chips (approximately 1 1/4 cups) 5oz Fiber One bran cereal (or similar)(Chinese Noodles should work just fine as well) 10 Peeps chicks 20-30 Jelly Beans Not a photo of ...

For Easter breakfast, I thought I'd be a sweetheart and surprise Sexy Nerd with one of his favorite breakfasts, a Dutch Baby . The recipe is foolproof - or so I thought! Strawberries were recently on sale for $0.88/lb and I had overly stocked up, (I may have a problem ) (yes, I certainly have a problem ) leaving us with a fridge full of mushy red fuzzies. Why is it that strawberries are Sexy Nerd's favorite fruit only until I purchase 10 pounds? Then, he turns his nose up at them. They're moldy , he complains. You're going to kill us both , he whines. Bah! Just cut the furry parts off, Sexy Nerd! I decided a pink Dutch Baby would be the epitome of Easter goodness and threw a handful of strawberries into the blender. I photographed the resulting batter, certain I was in the midst of a new winning recipe for my blog, the strawberry Dutch Baby. See all the air bubbles? They're a surefire sign that we were in for a delicious Dutch Baby. I baked it for 10 ...