It’s been pretty slow-going the past few weeks. Not because there’s nothing much to do, but because I spend every hour of the day not doing any of the things I should be doing. Like thesis research, for example. But I figure, summer’s not over yet, so there’s always time to get it done before fall term starts.
Someone needs to tell me that the above excuse is not going to be acceptable the day before fall term starts.
Instead, my days have been filled with interning, work, and books. Not that any of this is problematic in the least. Plus, I figure, as long as I keep buying books having to do with my thesis topic, it’s basically like I’m doing the research, right?
Never mind the totally neglected stack of textbooks waiting to be opened, but there’s all the time in the world for that.
In any case, it’s been fun. A trip to the White House here, a Death Cab for Cutie concert there, a few good meals all around, and a short little baking adventure.
After my gloriously graceful fall a few days ago, my ankle’s been wrapped and propped up on pillows while I lounge on the couch with a book, trying not to let the heat lull me to sleep. “Meds, elevation, and rest,” the doctor told me when I went to see her. “Don’t over-exert your foot, keep it iced to reduce the swelling, and just take it easy.”
…right. That lasted all of about 12 hours before I got too antsy, pushed myself off the couch, and spent a good three or four hours perusing downtown and the market.
Good idea? Unlikely. But it was mighty productive at the very least.
…Okay, so it’s not exactly the well-loved pie, but I find it pretty incongruous to bake an apple pie outside of autumn, with red deliciouses and galas straight off the trees. Maybe it’s because the nearby orchards have spoiled me for good, but it just doesn’t feel quite right.
Still, looking at the gorgeously patriotic little freedom cookies I had whipped up for last night’s Independence Day feast, I wanted something else a bit, ahem, classier to showcase for dessert.
(And maybe an excuse to eat tons of vanilla ice cream, but who’s keeping tabs anyway.)
A good Fourth of July is spent the way you’d imagine it spent: in the company of good friends, good food, good conversation, and copious amounts of explosives. Lucky for me, being in Cville surrounded by none other than Zach, Michael, Jeremy, and the rest, it was bound to be quite an event.
When Zach sent me a hilariously applicable movie still of the first year Hogwarts students feasting at the Great Hall and told me, under no uncertain terms, to “prepare myself for dinner,” I knew it was going to be a good night.