A couple of weeks ago, I got to cross off something on my bucket list. My dear friend Kristin told us earlier in the summer that she had two extra tickets to see Harry Connick Jr. at The Ravinia Festival in Chicago, and she asked if we’d like to join her and her husband. You may be thinking that seeing Harry live would be the bucket list item. Nope. I’ve seen Harry perform a few other times, and he’s wonderful, he really is. If you ever have the chance to see him, go. He’s ridiculously talented, funny, and charming. Every show of his is different, and he is so personable he can make a large venue seem like a small, intimate jazz club. I had the opportunity to meet him when we lived in New Orleans, and he is refreshingly genuine. I could go on and on about how much I love Harry…and I think I have.
Some things, you never outgrow. There’s just something about peanut butter and jelly that comforts, and takes me back to simpler times. It’s not often that I grab a PB&J for lunch now that I’m all grown up. It usually only happens when it’s “that time again” to run to the grocery store because we’re out of everything else. But, when I do have one, it’s always comforting.
As I was trying to come up with my Game Day menu for this week, I found myself flipping through one of my favorite cookbooks. I was looking for an appetizer, but flipped to the wrong part of the book and landed in the dessert section. There is was, staring right at me…Caramel-Coconut-Pecan Cheesecake Bars. I looked at the recipe, it looked at me. It said, “Christine, I think you should make me.” Never one to argue with a talking recipe, I replied, “Yes. I think I should.”
And so I did.