Applesauce and crême caramel are cooking – you can smell the applesauce, but the crême, not so much. Thurston Moore on the iPod. Cat stomping around on the counter, seeking food. The applesauce and custard are for Joëlle’s graduation going away BBQ tomorrow. She wanted applesauce to go with the brats because in Holland that’s how they eat them – no bread, “it makes you too full” and it’s German. And American. Dutch people eat their sausages with applesauce. And the crême caramel is the inverted version of the crême brule that was one of the good things she made in cooking class, her cooking class that was such a pain, where her iPhone got stolen.
The sunflowers are for Joëlle’s aunt, who, sadly, died very suddenly and unexpectedly yesterday.We’re going to have a little shrine to her at the party.
My kitchen at night
Now that it’s out of the oven, I’m worried that the crême will be too soft since I only used egg yolks in it – no whites. I can’t really really tell till it chills overnight. The applesauce seems perfect, though.
John got a new haircut today and looks even more like Opa. And oh by the way, here are the Chihuleys at our hockey arena (the Kohl center) where all my kids graduated from high school. I guess it’s called Mendota Wall. According to Wikipedia, only 2 Chihuley’s installed in WI – kinda chintzy, since he’s a UW-Madison alum.
And oh yea, just so I don’t forget – today’s the day I told foster care I think I’m done. They’d been calling me about meeting a kid for potential placement and I just kept putting it off – and wen they called today I finally said, “I hate to let down a kid, but I think this means I’m done”. We’re supposed to have a visiting library school prof & his wife from New Zealand for a few weeks in September & October; Rach is going to stay here some as she gradually moves in with Iain in upstate NY; we might get another AFS student …. It’s enough. I feel guilty, but shouldn’t.
Guess I’ll go eat some ice cream and watch TV try to stop worrying.
