Although I’ve been battling a cold since Sunday, yesterday was an especially good day for Us. Kat first drove down from Lubbock to see me one year ago, on the 14th of May. To commemorate this momentous occasion, we went for a bicycle ride to the river with The Boy, then for dinner we had fish tacos (her favorite of my cooking thus far), and knocked back a fabulous bottle of Moscat Spumante to finish up the night. I didn’t even know that spumante was made with muscat grapes, but it was very nice – not at all dry and very very drinkable.
I’ve told her that one anniversary per year is all you get, so next year there will be no date-aversary. Gotta hold the line somewhere…
After a great ceramic show at the museum, where Kat caught up with several fellow artists (and a few students who want extra credit), followed by a wonderful dinner downtown (despite the best efforts of the most inept waiter ever seen), there was a presentation. Kat insists that I inform all and sundry throughout the world, so I will.
Yes, she is actually pointing to the ring after having put marker on her finger pointing to the ring as well. Thorough, she is.
October 14th is the big day. We’ll be having a dinner for locals (and whoever wants to travel to the middle of nowhere) on the afternoon of Sunday October 19th, which happens to be my son’s (and sister’s) birthday.
Picture this: Kat’s in the kitchen, making herself some pasta. I hear a shout, and go in to see boiling water pouring down the counter and the front of the dishwasher.
Um… What happened?
“I was holding the colander to strain the pasta.”
Did you know it was recently boiling?
So, I now know someone who literally can’t be trusted to boil water. I suspect she does this sort of thing just to ensure I won’t allow her to cook.
How’s this for wacky? Kat interviewed at a pet store to play with birds, and had to wear slacks. For mcjob. Her interview with the local university for an art professor gig – jeans.
She got both jobs, if’n you were wondering. My woman rocks.
The comfort food party went very well. Mashed potatoes and pot roast disappeared like they weren’t even there. Plenty of ham soup for leftovers this week. Yum.
And, the secret dessert can now be revealed. It’s an orange chiffon cake, with mocha butter cream frosting, garnished with sugared rosemary, cranberries, and meringue mushrooms. It was supposed to have one more sawed-off branch on top, but it was unbalanced and so it went to Alex’s other house with him, along with some meringue mushrooms. He was very happy.
And everyone liked Kat.