Well, I made it to Texas and got all moved in and I am spending my last day before things get really busy doing some for-fun reading and catching up on all my television shows. I am currently reading a book called “What Now?” by Ann Patchett that my mom and dad gave me as a “woohoo you’re going to grad school” present. Or at least that’s how I like to think of it. It’s actually a transcription of a commencement address that she gave at Sarah Lawrence, so I guess it’s a bit fitting for me as I head off into the great unknown that is life. I think that the idea was to calm me down and help me stop worrying about the future, but unfortunately that is just not the way I work. It’s nice to know that other people are out there worrying too, though.
My worries have lessened a little bit though, since I finished my epic struggle with building an IKEA queen sized bed frame by myself. This involved two trips to the nearest Home Depot, staying up until 2:00 am one night, and swearing quite a bit. I now have some lovely bruises and my arms are quite sore from hauling wooden slats around my bedroom. But I slept SO well on my new bed last night that it was all worth it. I am trying not to be overwhelmed by all the things that I still have to do, most of them pertaining to my car, and so yesterday, instead of stressing, I went grocery shopping and came home with three pounds of clementines, a pound of strawberries, some nectarines, and the worst decision of all, a bag of white cheddar popcorn (I haven’t finished it yet, though!). I’ve been eating egg, cheese, and croissant sandwiches in the morning with Chobani yogurts, so that’s delicious, but not entirely blog worthy. I’m sure that once I get into the swing of things I’ll be able to share some good food once again.
I can tell you all about these pizzas that I made on the grill last week. They were AMAZING. I’ve never made homemade pizza dough before, but with a bit of yeast, sugar, water, salt, and flour, things came together pretty well. We had a bit of trouble with the first package of yeast that we tried—the yeast never reacted with the sugar and so we determined that the yeast was not in fact “active” even though it said so on the package. The second time worked, though, and the dough rose like we expected and we divided it into thirds to make three small pizzas. It worked like a charm. Dad would put the rolled out dough on the grill, close the lid, and then two minutes later the dough would bubble. We’d flip it and then brush it with olive oil, add the toppings, and then close the lid again and about three minutes later the pizza was ready! We made three different pizzas: ham + cheese + tomato, tomato + basil + olives + cheese, and tomato + olive + onions + green pepper + cheese. We ate all three of them between five of us and the dough recipe is definitely a keeper! It was a lovely recipe to try at home before everyone goes off in their separate directions.
My little brother is also headed off to college today (at Case Western Reserve University) and I’m sorry that I couldn’t be there with him and my parents to help him move into his first dorm room ever. Tonight he’ll learn all about the dining hall food that he will be eating nineteen times a week and he will probably be sorely disappointed. He will meet some people that could become his best friends and also meet some people who he will have nothing in common with and never want to talk to again. My first day at Carleton I met two of the girls I would end of living with my senior year, made friends with a boy who perplexed me for the rest of my Carleton career (and still perplexes me now, when I think about it), and made friends with my RA who I also ended up living with and who is still an incredible friend of mine. The food during those first few days at Carleton was really good, but once they decided to stop impressing us, it went back down a notch or two. In the end though, the food doesn’t matter half as much as the friendships and the fun and the learning. So I’m really excited for Ian.