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Thursday, September 15, 2011
Ahhhhh Cashmere….
It’s that time of year again dear readers,
Where Mother Nature decides that there is no longer any reason for the weather to have a coherent pattern of temperature increases and decreases. It is scattered and all over the place.
So, armed with a vast wardrobe and a thick skin, I ready myself for the days that are above 80 and the days that are below 65. Us college students are a resilient bunch.
Aside from that, I absolutely must tell you about the crazy things that have been going on in my life!
Are you ready for this?
Last night I decided to make fried chicken, but since I was without a fryer, I wanted to improvise....
I looked up recipes for pan fried chicken breasts that had a nice crunchy skin to them. I immediately entered into my own version of “Iron Chef America”/”Chopped” where I only had select ingredients and I had to improvise with what I had. I was missing most of the bizarre spices that were mentioned, so I combined some chili power, paprika, and salt, then I tossed in the flower and bread crumbs as well as garlic salt and pepper. I was golden! I had a basic foundation that I could work off of, the rest was completely of my own invention…ahem…I mean…I totally knew what I was doing. And let me tell you, this fried chicken was FANTASTIC.
So after that strange episode, I also had a bizarre dream last night....
(Keep in mind that this is a dream.)
I had a landscape class in a forlorn building that was incredibly hard to find on campus. So I was a tad late, but the teacher didn’t seem to mind. He was a middle aged fellow with red glasses, a short dark moustache and beard combo, and a sassy attitude! He gave us all a list of places/landscapes to find, assuring us that we had never seen them before. And sure enough, he was right.
They were all drop-dead-gorgeous scenes that looked to have been out of a National Geographic magazine. The catch though, was that each and every one of those places had a difficult task assigned to it. For instance, one place was a steep hill that we had to climb up, but with very thin strings to use as rope. And then another was a long tunnel that flooded with water every five minutes, so you had to sprint. By the end of the list, we all came back exhausted and tired and dirty, and the professor just looks us over and said, “Congratulations, you survived the first day. See you Wednesday for the next list.”
BAH!
Strange dream. Very strange.
I also wanted to inform you that I am super huggable today. I am wearing my cashmere sweater and I swear to God…it is the most glorious material on the planet. Mr. Darcy would totally have attracted Elizabeth Bennet much more quickly if he had been wearing cashmere.
Just saying.
Well, I hope you all are relishing in the fall weather and are readying yourselves for scarves, crunchy autumn leaves, sassy boots, as well as warm snuggles with loved ones.
Much love to you all!
~Piper
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