When I was in upstate NY, that girl I met asked me, “What are you doing next weekend?” I thought for a few moments. I struggled to remember… I had something planned but I couldn’t think of what it was! I stammered out an, “Umm, I don’t know. I think I… I don’t remember but I might have something important.” She asked, “Would you like to come to Cappy’s housewarming party next weekend?” I smiled, “Oh yea that’s what I had planned!” The world is WAYYY too small. We had just met but were going to the same party some 300 miles distant in a week’s time! Of course I also had the Technology Education test on Saturday morning but that was just an aside. (and she wasn’t going to that! That would have been beyond weird).
Thursday and Friday, go to bed early. Saturday morning 6am, go to Technology Education Test (actually, 6:35am… I got up late but made it in time). 11am, drive to phila in the driving rain. 1:20pm, arrive at her apartment. I had told her on the phone a few days earlier that if she could actually make a really good thick crusted peasant bread, I’d worship her. Well, I helped her make the bread… though I cringed several times at her technique: the dough was way too wet, it wasn’t rising enough, it didn’t seem to be kneaded properly. 25 minutes later, as I checked it in the oven, I began to ready my knees for some serious worship. When we ate it an hour later, I was in full worship-mode. Apparently, knowing too much about how bread “should” be baked can be a detriment to how to should be baked!
I’m only thinking about this now but she made that masterful breadness only 2 weeks after moving into her apartment. She barely has her bedroom set up but she pulled all the right ingredients and tools out of boxes to make that for me! That was a feat. And she did that for me [grin!].
There is more. Lots more but I’ll write about it tomorrow.