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Ice cream for dinner

Today is over-the-hump day of my new distance graduate students’ orientation bootcamp. I’m soooo tired – although they’re all probably tireder than me. We put on an ice cream social for them – the University Housing catering service serving the University Creamery (Babcock Hall) ice cream. Other years I had catered it myself, biking to the campus diary store, and bringing back an assortment of flavors of ice cream in my paniers, making a Costco run for plastic spoons and toppings – but this year it seemed a much better idea to let the catering service do it. They sent two young guys to scoop the ice cream (who also helped me move the furniture in the SLIS Commons into more of a conversational arrangement, instead of the classroom style it had been in). We got to add our own toppings – caramel & chocolate sauce, health bar bits, crushed malted milk balls, raspberry and strawberry sauces, Butterfinger bits, some kind of chocolate-peanut butter blobs – and of course whipped cream and cherries. Dinner for me.

Babcock Dairy Ice Cream, Photo by UW-Madison, University Communications

Babcock Dairy Ice Cream, Photo by UW-Madison, University Communications

Friday night before Bootcamp

Mark and his son and son’s girlfriend are off at Lollapalooza, leaving me and Rachael to have what Rach has started calling the “longest sleepover party of the summer”. I’m just trying to have some normal weekend fun before the new distance student’s bootcamp starts on Monday morning.

We started with a pedi, after work – I have shiny purple toes now.

Purple toes - color #59 at the salon

Purple toes – color #59 at the salon

A friend – Peter, the architect, came over for dinner. He’s in the process of selling the house in the country where he lived with his former boyfriend David (a librarian), buying a new place, and moving there – farther out in the country. For apps, I made zucchini butter tartines, the zucchini butter I made yesterday, spread on grilled bread – really good. Then I made this crazy Heidi salad with way too many ingredients, a kind of cabbage slaw with green beans (I used frozen), yellow raisons, croutons, toasted walnuts, slivers of cheese, and a homemade mayonnaise with cream & hardboiled egg yolk. we ate it on mixed greens, instead of arugula. I’ve made it before – seemed to go together easier this time. We ate huge bowls of it, and then had Ben & Jerry’s ice cream – Willie Nelson peach cobbler and coffee heath bar crunch – with giant raspberries.

Giant raspberries

Giant raspberries

I forgot to chill the wine so we made spritzers, with ice & wine & elderflower liquer & lemon fizzy & lime wedges.

Tomorrow, AM – farmer’s market, a little yoga, a few errands. A little cooking for a brunch to be delivered on Sunday morning, that I raffled off in the SLIS silent auction in April for National Library Week.

Somehow I thought I’d finish posting the Tour de Jen tonight – but uh uh – think I’ll go crash on the couch instead. Here’s one more:

Stop sign squirrels

Stop sign squirrels

Playland – fun for all

 

Fun For All

Fun For All

On Monday, our last day in Seattle, we went on the Tour de Jen – a bike ride past three of my sister-in-law’s outdoor artworks, an installation on the roof of a bus shelter, an installation by the side of a bike path, and the most recent mega-work, installed on a fence. Built from recycled street signs.

It was a low-blogging trip for me, and I didn’t even document our best meal of the trip – the paella that we had on Monday night – paella night at Terra Plata. If a paella is eaten UN-photographed, is it still a paella? I forgot my phone, remembered my camera, but the card was still in my laptop back at Dave & Jen’s because I’d been downloading Tour de Jen photos.

Tonight I am similarly UN-inspired – worked all day, met friends at the Union Terrace for a beer, came home, got my veggie box, ate a sandwich [recipe] and made zucchini butter. Now all I want to do is lie on the couch – so the rest of the photos will have to be another post. Guess I can finish my book – that’s somewhat virtuous, anyways.

Joe & Terry’s wedding

Here are my photos of the wedding ceremony and lunch.

Seattle trip

We’re visiting in Seattle for a wedding.

Last night we went to Safeco field to watch the Twinkies beat the Mariners, although they didn’t accomplish that until we were walking home. We left with the game tied 1-1, a mixed gaggle of ages & relationships; us, the to-be-married couple, and assorted brothers, sisters in law, and nieces & nephews. Some of us were keeping track of the game by smart phone and when we heard the Twins had won, it was generally agreed that the winning wasn’t the bad part, it was that they had to take 13 innings to do it.

We slept ok for being time shifted, and went out for breakfast at the Sound View Cafe in Pike Market, with a view of the new(ish) Ferris Wheel.

Walked over to the bro’s & now we’re lazily hanging out in the backyard, and maybe heading to the lake. Presently.

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Don’t try this at home

A few years ago, I discovered the pleasures of a salon leg wax. You go into a private room, and they spread nice-smelling warm wax on your legs, press on strips of cloth-like paper, and yank those off, along with your leg hairs. It’s kind of expensive, but my legs are not very hairy, so one wax lasts me a long time. I tend to get it done once in the winter, in December, before all the holiday parties, and once in the spring. Though in recent years I have often skipped the spring wax, and just started shaving, instead.

Months ago, I bought a home wax kit. The Italian exchange student who lived with us for part of the 2011-2012 school year used the same brand, and it seemed to work OK for her. She washed out and reused the strips – or at least I saw them drying on the clothes rack – and her legs always looked nice and smooth.

On Tuesday I decided to give it a try. The trouble started when I took the lid off the wax – a bunch of it stuck to the lid, and I tried to scrape it off with a silicone scraper and a paring knife. Long strings of the stuff escaped to the counter, and into the sink – where there were still some dirty dishes, left by that slatternly lady of the house. My containers from my packed lunch and the bowl from the cereal I’d eaten for dinner.

“No problem”, I thought, “wax comes off with hot water.” But not this stuff – I think it’s some polymer, not really wax at all – neither hot water or even straight Dawn could cut it – I had to resort to Goo Gone.

After Goo Gone-ing the sink and the paring knife, and chucking the scraper, I moved on to the bathroom, to try to use the stuff on my legs. It was just nastily sticky and pernicious. At one point I had bits of shredded toilet paper stuck to the bathroom floor and my left leg, trying to get the wax-like substance off. Luckily, I realized that the “finishing oil” that came in the kit was like Goo Gone, so I applied that liberally to get the sticky off. The hairs responded less well, though. None of them came off – maybe they were too short – I only had about ¾ inch stubble.

In the end the best course seemed to be to Goo Gone and finishing oil everything that had come into contact wax stuff, pack the kit back into its box, trash it, and just shave my legs. So I did.

Next morning I still found a few sticky patches on things – the outside of the Dawn bottle is gonna be sticky till the end; there’s only an inch or two of liquid in there, anyhow. My cereal bowl is in the dishwasher – I hope that gets the wax-like gunk off. The real proof is below – my yahrzeit candle holder that had three years at least worth of old real wax – and it all came off with hot water – no Goo Gone required.

Clean yahrzeit candle holder

Clean yahrzeit candle holder

Oma’s yahrzeit, or, “too humid for pie”

July 22nd is my mother’s yahrzeit – this year it’s been 9 years. I lit a candle in the crystal candle holder  my mom and I bought at the Art Fair on the Square because we thought it would look good for Opa’s yahrzeit candle (tho in this pic, I’m using one of Oma’s candle-go-round candles, not a yahrzeit candle, same as I did for her). An old friend was coming over for dinner. She brought a bottle of white wine – Oma would have approved – and I made a chicken salad, with tahini lemon dressing & sugar snaps and red peppers, that was published in Gourmet the summer that my mom died, that I had made for her at least once – before we came to the phase where all she wanted was vanilla pudding.  Since we had a light supper – the chicken salad, summer squash casserole, and the wine – we could have pie afterward. Which was still good, but starting to get a little gooey. A bit humid for pie. We had the AC on, and a thunder storm rolled in, but we only noticed the lightning flashes, not the thunder booms. Oma would’ve approved.

Here comes the weekend

And what did I make of it? Friday it was still ridiculously hot, and we went out to dinner, at Madison’s star chef gastropub, Graze – the place Tory Miller opened so he could serve burgers and pork buns and fried cheese curds – sometimes there’s even poutine on the menu.

Yesterday, Saturday, was mostly just farmers’ market and errands. I made granola. I did the AFS host family refresher training, since it looks like we will have a student from Germany moving in in the fall. We went to see a local theater production of Gilbert & Sullivan’s Iolanthe. (it was good, but unfortunately the actresses playing Iolanthe and the Faery Queen – big parts – could not sing)

It cooled off drastically last night, even though it never really rained. Sunday morning I went for a walk and admired the lilies. MapMyWalk said I only went 1.8 miles, but I know I was out there for an hour, so I know it was closer to 4 miles – I think I suspended MapMyWalk accidentally, maybe by taking pictures.

I cleaned the cat litter – mopped the floor and put down new newspaper.  Made an apple cake for breakfast, using Deb Perelman, a.k.a. Smitten Kitchen, Big Crumb coffee cake recipe. It’s designed for rhubarb, and the first time I made it I felt like there was not quite enough fruit, so I used a whole pound of apples – the first apples to appear at the farmers market, Lodis – instead of the ½ pound originally called for. The Lodis turned out to be very tart, so rather than reducing the sugar as Deb suggests, for when using alternate fruits to rhubarb, I actually added an extra tablespoon to the filling. Good thing, too, because I forgot to put the sugar in the cake part – although we all agreed that you do not miss it – the filling and crumb were plenty sweet.

I made a strawberry apricot pie, for an annual party that one of our librarian friends always puts on – a potluck where everything has to be pie – sweet or savory, you name it, but pie. It’s in a park, and in the shelter, but there was a massive downpour right when we were going to leave the house, so we wimped out. Leaves more pie for us <grin>.

I made part of a 16th birthday present I’ve been plotting for my niece, but I don’t want to post pictures till I give it to her next weekend. Speaking of pictures, I scanned a bunch of old photos for my brother – they’re all here, but I picked out my faves and added them to the slideshow below.

I answered a few work emails, and checked in to my online course a few times – of course, I could do more, but I just might wait till the weekend is over.

Just one of those days

I lost my keys three times. The last time, I had to dump my green Timbuk2 bag completely out to find them. I guess that’s OK – the bag had gotten kind of junked up since ALA, so a thorough dump out was a good thing. Mark calls it my Hermione bag, but Hermione had a spell so that when she put her hand into the bag, it knew what she wanted. My bag doesn’t have that.

The best thing I could think of to take to eat at work was corn chex, and when I stopped to buy milk at the campus dairy store, my bike tipped over while I was locking it up. On the sidewalk next to where some guy from university physical plant was siting in his work truck/university vehicle, idling with the AC on, huffing out heat at me, doing paperwork – jeez dude, really!? get a room. I called physical plant to complain when I got to the office but it didn’t make me feel as much better as I thought it should have.

I had to run around from archives to archives doing student site visits – so I still don’t have anything substantial done on my fall syllabus.

I have a headache – it’s that perpetual headache from biking in 90°, 92% humidity weather.

Since it’s so hot, I wore more revealing clothes than I usually like – a knit skirt and a sleeveless blouse. Couldn’t decide if it was flattering or awful – below’s the silhouette – you decide. I never really had boobs until I turned 50 and gained 15 pounds – so I am still not quite sure what to do with them. Plus I have back fat that the bra straps dig into. I really like the skirt – it’s nice for biking – but today sweat pooled around the waistband and tickled me.

Summer silhouette

Summer silhouette

The final blow – epic fail of trying to meet a friend for a glass of wine. We had said “5:00 – 5:30ish”. I assumed she would arrive closer to 5:30. She left her cell phone at home all day, waited at the restaurant for me from 5:00 – 5:30, assumed I’d cancelled via text, and went home. I got there about 6 minutes after she left

So, I came home, got into an old hole-y Birkenstock t-shirt and shorts, and ate cold stirfry noodles and zucchini bread for dinner. Guess things are looking up at last. And, I know, I should be glad all the little stupid stuff went wrong today – this could be protecting me – knock wood – from far more major disasters. Like flying with our old friend, Northwest “Northworst” Airlines, whose motto must’ve been, “we’ll lose your bags, we’ll make you late, but we won’t ever kill you.”

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PS Mark’s cat tracked muddy cat paws all over my kitchen while I was writing. But theme of the day – no tracks on my laptop.

Peach mini galettes

Somebody brought a half full case of peaches to work the other day – so I said I’d take enough home to make a pie, and bring it back. I was thinking hand pies, and ended up making nine mini galettes, because I thought they’d be easier to seal and less likely to pop open. I’m happy with the little pies, ate one for breakfast today, but not the photos – bad lighting, and I can’t get the colors right. But here they are.