As I write this my husband is downstairs putting away Christmas decorations, my kids are playing with their Christmas presents, and I’m still in bed enjoying a morning of sleeping in and reading in bed. It’s hard to believe it was exactly one year ago we were saying our final goodbyes to my dad as he lay at peace in a funeral home. Boy, what a year it has been.
For the last two weeks we’ve been hosting family, parties, and lounging. Christmas Eve with fifty extended family members, Christmas Day with my immediate family, and with no plans for New Year’s Eve other than to enjoy the presence of each other, I’m looking forward for this year of transitions and major life changes to close. [click to continue…]
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Three days ago my husband and I quickly ate breakfast as we dashed for our car and headed downtown at 8:45 a.m.. Pleasantly surprised by not encountering much commuter traffic, we pulled our car into an alley parking garage off of Stewart. Holding hands, we walked up a few stairs into a high rise building only to separate for a few minutes. Me? I headed straight for the Godiva coffee shop calling out to me from the lobby while Rob continued to walk up another flight of stairs to the elevator hub. Moments later I reunited with him in a small office overlooking Puget Sound and the west side of downtown. We sat down and we started the process of signing escrow papers on the house we’ve lived in shortly after being married eleven years ago. With a latte in one hand and a black ball point pen in another, I listened to our closing offer go over the details of each form we were signing with a sad but joyful heart. Every form we signed brought us closer to saying goodbye to dear friends and neighbors simultaneously building anticipation of moving into our new home. We left the office that morning holding hands once again with an unspoken but understood smile on our face. [click to continue…]
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What I was thinking when I bought a 10 pound case of frozen blackberries? Nevertheless, they are taking up valuable real estate in our itsy-bitsy freezer. So don’t be surprised if you see an excessive amount of blackberry recipes on Savory Sweet Life coming to the world wide web soon. On the other hand, if you love blackberries (like I do) then you’re in for a real treat.
Inspired by the gorgeous Seattle (hot) weather yesterday, an abundance of blackberries, and a thriving patch of mint growing just outside my front door, what I have for you today is an awesome recipe for Blackberry Mint Lemonade. [click to continue…]
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I’ve never been one to make a cocktail for the reason of “just because.” But today I’m making an exception because there was half a baby watermelon in my fridge which needed to be used up. Instead of eating it I felt like making a drink out of it, and let me tell you what a fine drink it is.
Made with vodka and not gin or vermouth, I’m still calling this cocktail a watermelon mint lime martini because… because I feel like it. And if I sound a little sassy, it’s because I am. Today was a rough day and I’ll just leave it at that.
I wasn’t planning on writing a post about it but after taking a small sip, I changed my mind because you really need to make one this weekend if you’re a cocktail type of person. [click to continue…]
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Etsy – Roasted Tomato Feta Scones
Spring is here and I have blooming daffodils I planted two years ago on my porch to prove it. However, I’m struggling with the fact it’s April and feeling quite confused as to what happened to January, February, and March. The only conclusion I’m willing to concede is that grief is not a respecter of time or months on a calendar. In fact, I’m learning grief has a supernatural way of tricking my mind into believing we must still be in February because so much time has passed since the start of the new year. At the very least I should have more to show for it here on Savory Sweet Life. But I don’t.
As many of you know my dad died in a pedestrian – auto accident a few days after Christmas. He was crossing a street and a speeding car hit him. The trauma to his brain could not keep him alive more than a few hours after the accident. Just long enough for my family to drive to the hospital and allow the one part shock, one part denial, and one part reality of the moment sink in. I left the hospital that evening hugging and kissing him for the last time. We buried him New Year’s Eve. [click to continue…]
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