So I forgot to mention that Sean's mother was flying in from Bombay to give us a hand with his treatment and care. That pretty much means that I have been out of the kitchen with nothing to do but go to work and the gym. I'm not complaining, but it's been a month and I've been getting itchy since I haven't been cooking. I miss it, but completely understand that Sean would rather be eating his mother's comfort food right now than be putting up with my botched experiments. However, last night I cheated and made a simple pasta, which I couldn't tempt my mother-in-law with but Sean snuck some as well.
Notre Dame in Old Montreal and my gorgeous birthday cake from Nadège
And there's another thing I forgot to mention. I turned 30 this past month. A major milestone for me, which I decided to celebrate with a girly getaway to Montreal. I have never been there before so it seemed the perfect choice for me to ring in the new year. It was a weekend of walking around, drinking and eating a bit too much, discovering that Chuck Hughes' Garde Manger restaurant opens only at 6pm and dancing the night away. Not a bad way to kiss my 20s goodbye and give year 30 a great big hug!
Sean's already finished two rounds of chemotherapy and will be starting round three tomorrow. He's handling it like a champ as usual and still smiling. He hasn't been missing by cooking, but I'm going to have to sneak into the kitchen on the weekend and start cooking again so I have something to do. Right now I'm in the midst of reading Molly Wizenberg's A Homemade Life and Anthony Capella's The Food of Love so there are a lot of recipes dancing around in my head just waiting to make the transition on to the plate. I'm going to start with this Thanksgiving weekend as I have been given dessert duty as usual. So here's to reuniting with my stove...