It’s been a while, my 2 semi-interested readers.
Shame on me.
When last I blogged in earnest, I was sussing through my educational decisions and dilemmas. I have also done a lot of existential dusting and sorting in the last month and have come out a more enlightened and satisfied person. So there’s that.
As far as school is concerned, it seems our ever dwindling class of (for now) 6 is a bona fide bunch of culinary badasses. Who knew? We knocked out a kickin’ spread for our grand buffet day this week
and are pushing our way through the sustainable block. From here on, it’s all about doing what we now know we can. The one drawback we seem to have? Baking. As evidenced in a previous blog, I am well aware baking will never be my strong point. As it happened, our decorating day in the last baking block fell on my birthday. I frosted myself a Dr Suess inspired monstrosity (sad and laughable – but I’m ok with that)
then went on to plate some fairly passable desserts.
Outside school, I’ve indulged in several noteworthy live music experiences lately. They include the Will Callers at Waterloo, The Wheeler Brothers and Whiskey Sisters at Blues on the Green,[loved the music, fought the crowd and heat] Symphony In the Park on the Long Center lawn,
The Taming of the Shrew [hilariously well done with period music] and my favorite of the bunch – and birthday present to myself – The Tedeschi Trucks Band at Austin City Limits. A friend came along, and I managed to control my impulses well enough to keep my panties on all evening. The band was exhausting, dancing at every possible opportunity, throwing one big, musically miraculous stage party. I love Derek Trucks… sigh… He is the great guitar god of my generation.
My parents were back in town after the melee, visiting for a quick post-birthday weekend, during which my air conditioning was on the fritz and I was suffering from overheated crankiness. (Hello, Walley World). Nevertheless, it was, as always, great to actually see them and visit, and we managed to squeeze in some shopping, art perusal, a museum, and good food.
The Austin Art Garage is exactly what it advertises – a warehouse style housing of local art. But they are pleasantly displayed and the artists up when we visited were all appealing in different ways.
And this guy
Now that the AC is once again functional, I’m thinking of things to cook and to do the next time I am lucky enough to entertain guests. Any suggestions out there? Throw them my way! And tell me, friends, family, bloggers, what’s shakin’ in your world lately?
Since I started this blog with the intention of keeping in touch with family and friends scattered hither and yon, I feel this is an appropriate place to share the joy you’ve all given me, especially today, when I am far away from those who matter most.
A thank you to everyone who was kind enough to remember me and make me feel loved.
And also – a big thanks for all the cool loot, though it will never be the same as having you here, never take the place of your time and affection. Y’all are truly the best!