Well, I suppose summer is finally over. We certainly had a busy one and the Fall is shaping up to be just as eventful. Cory has started grad school for Elementary Education which is possibly one of the biggest lifestyle changes we’ve ever made. He is now a kept man (I chose to over look the 3 nights a week he is working at the restaurant; everyone knows that waitering isn’t a REAL job and I’m a martyr, damnit). I’m probably having a harder time then him adjusting. I just can’t get used to being home alone 5 nights a week while he is either in class or slinging Santa Fes and margaritas. I’m going to have to join a club or something. For now I’m devoting my energy to small home improvement projects. I’ve been painting my kitchen cabinets for several weeks now (that is a whole other post) and I have a short list of repairs that I think I can tackle myself. Gots to be keeping busy and off the streets!
I’d say we managed to wrap up the season with a bang last weekend. Cory’s birthday was Saturday, marking the end of his most auspicious year (28, *snap, snap*). I was up until almost midnight on Friday putting the finishing touches on his birthday cake. Carrot with cream cheese frosting, all from scratch. Of the many skills I have inherited from my mother, the ability to make a damn fine cake from scratch is certainly one of the best. Not that I’m proud of myself or anything. The secret is to soak the grated carrots in brown sugar for an hour before adding them to the batter. That and using twice as much cream cheese as your recipe calls for. After struggling with back pain for the last two weeks I was able to pull myself together enough to make it to the UVA vs USC massacre on Saturday and on Sunday we went on a truly relaxing tubing trip through Nelson County with 20 of our friends. All and all not a bad birthday weekend, I think.
Since I have so many free evenings on my hands nowadays I’m especially grateful that my friend Sarah is back in town after spending her summer in San Francisco pretending to be a lawyer. Last night she cooked me what was possibly the best quesadilla I’ve ever eaten. Chamoniard, green chiles and a perfectly ripe peach. It was heaven I tell you, heaven. Then we cruised across the street from her apartment to the My Morning Jacket show at the Pavilion. All I can say is wow, what a great show. This was my first time seeing them live and they were everything I’d hoped they would be. Cory does claim that we saw them at Bonnaroo. I do not recall this, which means I was probably enjoying the ummm…other things…Bonnaroo has to offer or was asleep back at the tent. Either way, it felt like my first time. Last night you could tell the band was having the time of their lives being rock stars at a small and enthusiastic venue. I just love those reverby vocals that sound like they’re migrating up from the bottom of a deep bucket of water. They manage to combine a jam band vibe and classic guitar driven rock (that is ROCK! said gutturally with your mouth wide open and your fist pumping the air) into something just amazing. As we sat on the lawn with a warm breeze blowing in our faces, we both agreed that we were really lucky to be there on such a beautiful September night. The only thing that could possibly have made the night better was is we’d had more than $16 in cash between us. With beer being $5 a pop, that didn’t go far, but at least my head didn’t hurt this morning.
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Oh, you're so good. Hope quinn doesn't see this post, b/c I didn't make him a cake for his birthday (perhaps b/c I myself DID NOT inherit Mom's unbelievable ability to whip up a first class cake or pie crust--you know, along with gardening, 'making something from nothing', pairing objects that you wouldn't immediately think go together, and creativity in general :)) Plus, he wanted a motorcycle for his birthday, and he STILL hangs it over my head....'but, Emma bought COOOORRRRYYYYY a motorcycle!!!!!' LOL
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