mission impossible

What my brother wrote when I asked him to give me a long division problem so I could practice for the GREs:




I am home for October break! This morning I went downstairs and found my stepmom meditating, with her eyes closed and her headphones on, in the lotus position. It is 68 degrees and there is strong Peet's coffee brewing in the kitchen. When I left Poughkeepsie it was SNOWING! I asked a scientifically-inclined friend whether he thought this was a good or bad sign in terms of global warming. He was not sure. 

Last week, Ali went apple-picking with the guys next door. I had to stay home to grouchily finish a ten-page paper, but lived vicariously through their photos. 

Then, we made apple pie. I was not convinced that picked apples were very different from store-bought ones, but I was wrong. Also, they're huge. 


day trippin'

In the morning we left for Rhinebeck, a town lined by chalky, thin-boned Victorian houses and trees with mustard-colored leaves. It was a pretty drive--through Hyde Park and past the intimidating site of the Vanderbilt mansion (from the highway, only its tall gates are visible--tantalizing!) We spent the morning poking around in shops and ogling the oldest inn in America; then we got a soupy lunch at Gigi's and chatted with the owner of the town sweet shop. The store is nearing its sixteenth birthday, and we celebrated by buying champagne truffles and chocolates shaped like racecars. Ali also got an edible mustache whose primary ingredient was wax (?). Before we left for Poughkeepsie I picked up a pair of cozy socks in which to nestle, like the burrowing owl, all winter. It was the best escape.

Owl in burrow,

me in sox.


i think this is turning into a food blog. oops.

Tonight there is a potluck for my writing class. I am going to make a round loaf of Irish bread and hope someone else picks up the slack when it comes to main courses. My cooking is improving this year, but I am still a little nervous about raw meat and fish, the way some people get skittish near big dogs. I like that flour has not ever been alive; also, there is no risk of salmonella. 

A few days ago Ali and I made these monster scones (!!):

In one week I go home for October break. I am pining big-time for dinners with Momma, long walks to Green Apple, visiting Nora at Iris and all-over fog. That's the trouble with San Francisco--it's difficult to live quite as happily anywhere else. (Though today Elana directed me to this illustrated Haruki Murakami story, which helped!)