Le week-endPosted: February 7, 2011 Filed under: All's Well That Ends Well 7 Comments
I took French in high school. Did you? Well, I took one year of Spanish as a freshman, but didn’t care for it. I think it was my classmates, actually. For me to do an advanced track from third grade on and start Honors classes in high school, then suddenly be plopped into a room of teenagers who were vulgar and disrespectful and not interested in learning – it was an experience. So I ended up taking Drama the next year. And then I found out that most colleges prefer you to have at least two years of a single foreign language – there was no going back to Spanish, for me, which meant French during my junior and senior years.
This is all very irrelevant. I just thought of it because every Monday our teacher would ask us what we did during “le week-end.” (She did ask the whole question in French, but guys, it’s been a few years since then. I’m not going to strain my mental muscles just to remember how to say “What did you do this weekend?” in French.) Hence the post title.
End of irrelevant story. I hope.
My weekend was busy. Quite busy. We went to three birthday parties – that meant FOUR desserts: carrot cake, Polish honey cake AND chocolate cupcakes, and kitchen-sink brownies. Have you ever heard of Polish honey cake? If you’re Deborah, then yes, because you made it deliciously. This is the best that Google Images has to offer:
I am now kind of obsessed with this cake. “No real oven” notwithstanding, I’m going to hound Deborah until I get that recipe and then I’m going to bake it. I will also take pictures and write a blog about it to appease Katie, who requested more posts about how I manage without an oven. Don’t worry, Katie. You’ll find out soon.
One thing I really enjoyed about this weekend, aside from the desserts, was spending time engaging in meaningful conversation. I met a lot of new people and all of them were interesting. (Or perhaps I was more favorably inclined toward humanity in general because I was eating cake.) I’m trying to figure out in what direction I want to go in life – I know I love sociology, I plan to attend law school when my adorable kids are bigger and more adorable, and I want to save the world. Right? The question is how to save the world. It’s tricky, because I absolutely believe that the one thing that could help everyone in every situation is the gospel, and by comparison, nothing I do will have much of an impact. But, still – I want to try. Over the next few years I’ll be putting a lot of thought into what I see as the most important issue to address. My goal is to work for a non-profit organization. I’ll keep you updated as to where my interests take me.
Oh, also: my first midterm was on Saturday. It went so well! That is, I feel like it went well. I won’t get my grade for a few weeks but I was confident in my understanding of the material and with how I demonstrated that on my essays.
I lose my keys a lot. A LOT. The Romgi is probably well past sick of borrowing his keys (after I also misplaced our set of spare keys). I think the problem – aside from the obvious “not putting them in the same place every time”- is my lack of a decent keychain. This has weighed heavily on my mind lately, so I ended up buying this keychain when I was feeding jr around 2am this morning. Usually, jr is good about sleeping through the night in her swing, but we got a hand-me-down swing and I have no idea how old it was and it’s broken now. Not out of batteries; just broken. It will swing on its own but if there’s any weight in it – even jr’s tiny amount of weight – it stops moving. Don’t worry, we’re getting a new one. My sleep will be uninterrupted soon (I hope!). And that’s good for you because it means more blog posts! Isn’t that why you’re here?
In conclusion, le week-end, c’était grand. (Dad, is that right?!)
Also, here’s a picture of me at a jr-ish age.
I wish I had a weekend where I had 4 different kinds of desserts that I didn’t make. I lose my keys, purse and shoes a lot. Maybe it is a mom thing. Our swing broke too. So we got a new to us one at kid 2 kid. It was half the price of a new one and is a lot harder for the bigger fatter kids to sit in. Not that my kids are huge just too big for the swing.
I want more of a description of the cake. I can’t really tell much from the picture. Is that nuts on the outdside?
Mika, your French is correct, as expected. :) And I have a new quote to post at work:
“…perhaps I was more favorably inclined toward humanity in general because I was eating cake.”
No wonder that other Marie wanted “them” to eat cake.
“Polish Honey Cake” ? Hmm, looks suspiciously like Latvian “Medus Torte,” which translates as… Honey Cake! Layers and layers of honey-graham cake with honey-cream frosting between the layers and a graham crumble topping over the whole thing… yummmmmmm.
What I’m basically saying is, if you successfully make this cake, please invite me over to help you taste it. Or, alternatively, I would be willing to donate the use of my kitchen and oven toward the completion of this project, provided that we split the results.
(By the way, when I say “graham” I’m sorry if anyone thought of “graham crackers” because that’s not what I mean at all. I just mean “graham,” no “crackers.”)
You sure had dark hair as a baby! Cake makes everything better.
Renee – agreed. On both counts.
Oh, and Brian – I think it probably is the same. My friend promises to get me the recipe any day now (and I think she knows how desperate I am for it), so I’ll keep you updated on the status of the cake. Mmmm.