The benefit of Chelsea being older than me, is that she is wiser than me and always has lots of advice. The (read: ONLY) benefit of Chelsea living on the other side of the coast of me is that she experiences life 3 hours ahead of me, and then I am able to eagerly follow in her lead.
Example A. Sunday Brunch. Example B. this post. Back to Example A., being that it was our first Non-Ernie Davis Dining hall brunch, both of me and Chelsea were a little nostalgic. Along with the brunch nostalgia something rather incredible was happening at the Rudolph household that morning, my whole family was there.
Coming from a family that has two homes on opposite sides of the coast, a daughter in college, a son at his first job in a brand-news new city, a father who “travels for a living” and a mother who “lives in the fictional world” (her words not mine). To have us all in one place is rare, and to have us all at the home, where I was raised was even rarer. So since Chelsea had texted (not bbmed) me earlier saying she was baking, I too decided to bake (in a somewhathealthful manner just like Chelsea) in order to celebrate sunday-funday. See she’s older, wiser, and always ahead.
I made Chocolate Chip Banana Bread
I used a whole bag of chocolate chips, all the bananas in the house (about a cup and a half), one egg, apple sauce in the place of vegetable oil (because we had none in the house and its cuts out transfat, win win!), yogurt, flour, and this new sugar called sucanat which though is a weird texture is fab to bake with.
the result was a moist, super chocolate-ey, super banana-ey loaf of fun to accommodate the multiple cups of coffee/tea, and multiple anecdotes we had to share. As both my mom and the somewhat ironic folk band that everyone claimed they “discovered” last summer, Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros say, “Home is wherever I’m with you.” Wherever my family may be, whether its Porte Colborne Ontario, the Sydney Harbor, or JFK Airport. If we’re together, and food is involved, we feel right at home.