Mom and a margarita. (I love tequila and alliteration.) Her first Bomber's visit. Let the celebrating begin!
Okay, so I know you're not feeling sorry for me at all. And you shouldn't. It's obviously still awesome to be on an 8-week "vacation." It's one of the few perks to teaching... you know, besides sculpting America's future. (Actually, that just kind of depressed me again...) And my summer has barely started and I've already gotten to do a ton of fun things.
Beautiful sidewalk art in Troy.
I love the 90s. You know you do, too.
Local hiking with friends.
The view from Thacher. Gorgeous, right?
Food wise, I ate really well and really terrible (I'm hoping that it just evened out). I fall apart without my routine :-/
Some of the good:
I tossed that (blanched) broccoli rabe with some spicy sausage, penne, and a light alfredo (melt butter, half and half, cheese, go).
We had a few fresh and fruity salads.
My boyfriend can make a mean salad.
Grilled up some homemade garlic scape and chive chicken patties. (He's also a Grill Masta.)
And ate a light cucumber salad at a pool party (two of us counts as a party, right?)
Erin's Cucumber Salad for Two
a cucumber, chopped
1 T white vinegar
the juice of 1/2 lemon
a garlic scape, diced
In honor of this week's heat wave, I'll leave you with this poem that was one of my students' faves this year (I may be on break, but I'm still an English teacher). Remember, we waited a long time to be this hot!
I like hot days, hot days
Sweat is what you got days
Bugs buzzin from cousin to cousin
Running and ripping
Catch the one you love days
Old men sleeping
Lazy days, daisies lay
Beaming and dreaming
Of hot days, hot days,
Sweat is what you got days.
- Walter Dean Myers