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Meant to Be

After the insanity of the cooking class on Friday, I awoke on Saturday just shy of 11am out of a dead sleep. As much as I love the occasional trip, gallivanting around Chicago and going to concerts or art shows or the movies, my ideal Saturday is spent chilling out. Recovering from the week.

It’s how Saturdays were always meant to be.

I started out with an amarula-spiked cup of coffee, and a devotional by the window.

In order not to feel like a total slob, I like to be the teensiest bit productive. That justifies the movie-watching, cookies, and pile of afghans that tend to occur later in the evening.

So in the afternoon I took a trip to the grocery store. Then I ambled home and worked on my scrapbook for a couple hours in the 2nd bedrooom while my husband graded papers for the Philosphy of Religion class he’s T.A.-ing for. It was quiet and peaceful.

I made it all the way to the end of last August–you can tell because those shots are from Family Vacay 2010. Ah, the colorful kayaks . . . ah, the quiet and sunny dock . . .

And there’s the picture I’ve been using for a header on this blog!

I came across some papers from the game of Chinese Telegraph we played during our summer vacation. They were so much fun to look at!

If you haven’t played this game, it’s a must for large groups, as long as you don’t mind getting a stitch in your side from all the laughing.

I love these two pictures of my husband’s guitar–I’m thinking of blowing them up and hanging them on a wall somewhere. There’s just something about the deep turquoise color that calls to me.

Then we did laundry . . . massive amounts of laundry. At the laundromat, where as the fates would have it, we were serenaded to the tune of “The Itsy Bitsy Spider” by the plastic lion. We brought books to entertain ourselves but ended up just talking about this and that, in that comfortable way that denotes we’ve known each other for almost 10 years. 10 years–when the heck did that happen!?

We walked back as the sun was starting to go down and the air getting chilly. Back home, we festooned our living room with the drying clothes.

Then the desire to bake hit me–it’s a new impulse that I have yet to learn how to control. The result: these Peanut Butter and Jelly Bars (recipe coming next week). We mixed them up while listening to Prairie Home Companion–Garrison Keillor’s voice puts me into a lull of well-being.

Then there was some dinner–leftover brussel sprouts over rice. Yum.

When they first come out of the fridge, they stink to high heaven (just like cold cabbage), but as we reheated them with extra bacon, they became delicious-smelling once again.

Finally, we put on some music and relaxed into some fun reads.

That’s Time magazine for the man of my life . . .

(If he looks slightly frightened/surprised it’s because he was. See, I shouted really loud a millisecond before snapping this; I thought it would result in a more natural look. Sorry I scared you, honey bunches. Though it’s probably good exercise for your heart or something.)

. . . and Bon Appetit for moi.

Shock of shocks–there’s a recipe for Peanut Butter and Jelly bars!

Hey! What?? I had just made them, like 2 hours ago. I think I might have a psychic connection with their editorial staff–there’s no other way to explain it.

See that pillow?

That’s where my head was moment earlier, and was about to be again. Is there anything as comforting as the lap of a loved one? Especially when you get head and shoulder scritchies tossed in there too?

I want a thousand more Saturdays just like this one.

P.S. I think I’m a homebody.

P.P.S. Tomorrow, back to a subject of greater general interest: food! The second cooking class recipe will be up, which boasts the very long title of Roasted Red Pepper Soup with Lime Cilantro Sour Cream and Roasted Corn. But I like to simply call it “More, please.”

A gathering of friends

My husband has this group of friends. They go back to their high school days. And when I married him, well, they became my friends, too. In 2003, we started having New Years together, every year. Personally, I’ve been to about 5 out of the 8 parties. People have traveled from North Carolina. From Delaware. From Louisianna. And probably from other places that I can’t remember! And we converge at this party.

Some of these folks I get to see throughout the year . . .

. . . but some I only see at this event.

Hi Brad! I’ve only met you twice in my life. But I love you, man!

And Laura–I hadn’t seen her for years! She’s probably going to end up being one of the high-powered people of our nation. She’s got the smarts, she’s (almost) got the law degree, and she makes a beautiful party mask. Here she is admiring Steph’s freshly pressed engagement ring.

Last year we hosted the party at our apartment in Chicago, and it was the first time I truly realized how much work goes into preparing food, drink, and bedding for a dozen people. So this year, I want to thank Dave and Katie, our marvellous hosts, for doing all the actual work.

It was great to just show up, decorate some cupcakes, party, and leave. Heck yeah.

The cupcake decorating was a blast. Katie has all these fun tools, and had different batches of icing done up in blue, purple, red, and black. I piped little flowery shapes all over those cupcakes, and called it ‘art.’

My husband also piped some icing on some cupcakes. I like to call his weird-shaped amorphous piles of frosting ‘abstract art.’

Katie had also prepared a mask-decorating table, where we decked out our masks in sequins and feathers.

Everyone got really into it.

Hello husband of mine! Wait . . . where is your face? And why is it all covered in hair???

Brad’s Batman mask may just take the cake.

One cake for you, coming up.

Here’s my almost finished mask . . .

Let’s put it on and check out those cupackes again.

Wow, they look even more amazing through these little eyeholes.

The guys were all over things this year. First of all, Alex and my husband salvaged the roast when the roasting bag split.

Good job guys! You enabled us all to get our protein fix for the evening.

And I love this picture below–each guy is so focused on whatever his task is. And where are the girls? I honestly have no idea. Probably in the other room mixing up a juicy drink.

Way to be men! Way to get things done! Way to carry that table outta there! Each one is in his own little task-shaped world, and yet they are working in harmony to some kind of unifying man-rhythm. I should probably say something deep about manhood and gender as it’s revealed in this moment. But I can’t think of a single deep thing. I’m too distracted by thoughts of a roast.

With each year that passes, the celebration gets sweeter and sweeter for me. Because each added year of friendship with this group also adds a layer of love.

I like my love how I like my frosting: no skimping allowed!

Soon I’ll be telling you all about the amazing game we played–it’s great for large groups of people, and is guaranteed to have you splitting your sides with laughter.

In the meantime, a toast to friendship! A toast to stickin’ together through the hard times and fun times alike! And this party was definitely in the ‘fun’ category.

The only individual who wasn’t amused was Tom Brady, who napped on the bed, completely unimpressed.

You missed out big time, cat.