The great state of Oregon has given us many gift - legalized euthanasia, the Oregon Trail computer game, Tonya Harding - but there is perhaps no better example of Oregon’s bounty than its wide variety of berries. On Sunday, Mom, Chris, and I brought in a combined total of 20 pounds of marionberries and boysenberries, both in the blackberry family for you non-Pacific Northwesters. The rest of the weekend was spent canning, and if you ask real nice I might let you try some homemade marionberry jam.
I flew home on Saturday for a week of good eats and the warm glow of familial love. The weather this weekend has been unbelievably nice, especially for San Francisco in the summertime. Lots of beach time. John, a friend of mine from high school, told me about a dream he had in which he came to visit me in New York. Dream MacKenzie had given him directions to her apartment, but when John saw the ocean on the “wrong” side, he became really confused and immediately returned to California in a huff. Real Life MacKenzie is so happy to be home and is realizing that despite all the wonderful things about New York, its ocean is still backwards.
This weekend, I celebrated the birth of my boyfriend with a flourless chocolate cake from Whole Foods. We shared it with his friends and family on Friday night, then polished it off the next morning for breakfast. Living together has been a lot of fun, albeit a fattening experience. Happy Birthday Thomas!
This weekend I declared my independence from store-bought pie crust. Much like the US of A, I experienced some growing pains - Massachusetts and Connecticut started quibbling about borders, Kentucky was reluctant to ratify the Constitution, and the edges of my crust browned a bit too much. On the whole I’d rank the experiment as a success, especially since the cherry pie filling (with a whisper of ginger) was pretty boss. Jealous, Britain?
What better way to spend the Fourth of July than drinking margaritas whilst teetering on a rooftop in the East Village? After an entire holiday weekend of preparing for a visit from the BF’s mom, the last thing I wanted to do was feign interest in fireworks. Luckily, I’m dating a curmudgeon who hates them as much as I do. Seeing the Empire State Building in red, white and blue was enough for me.