Sep. 2nd, 2012 10:12 pm
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mizarchivistEvery time September rolls around, I remember this is possibly my favorite month. I love the drop in humidity, the gorgeous skies, the return of apples, being able to wear jeans again: it's all pretty lovely.
This being the second of a three day weekend, there was a great deal of cooking that happened. We were gifted with a lot of tomatoes last night, so I decided to do a version of cacciatore. I have no idea if it resembles in the end, but it did have this bizarrely bready smell that wafted through the house all day. (Tomato, chicken breast with bone, lots of oregano and basil, not enough salt, garlic, and the last of the Shiraz from last night.) It will get 'et with ravioli on Tuesday or Wednesday.
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purple_terror's absolute favorite people (Tom and Carol) over tomorrow for dinner, so I decided mini apple pies were appropriate. Carol's from here, Tom's the UK and they currently live in the Other Cambridge. Their visits tend to be a big deal. PT's making beef wellingtion, you know, like you do. At any rate, cutting apples, making streusel, dough, and a bit of apple sauce to top the raw apple all had to happen. They're all hanging out and waiting to bet baked. This is how it got to be suddenly not 7:30, but 10 all of a sudden.
However! The day was not all drudgery. I convincedquiet_elegance to venture out past the easy Spy Pond park adventure and to the more daring Harvard Common playground. It was a classic People's Republic moment- coming off the 77 bus to a cacophany that was Bread and Puppets. The crowd was dense enough and it was odd enough I didn't want to linger- not QE or Crime Fighter's cuppa, I think. But it was just so beautifully perfectly Cambridge: something my mom and dad would have easily seen here almost 40 years ago.
QE had not been to this playground. It was packed with pretty well behaved kids. I adore the water features there. Nobody at all will be surprised that Mr. D took to the mini climbing hummock (not really a wall) instantly and knew exactly what to do with the hand/foot holds. He just needed a bit of extra bracing.
Of course ALL the students and many of their parents were in Harvard Sq. We ventured in for some good tea and some Lush refills. Wow. Just... wow. The bluegrass band playing in the alley were good, though. But the crowds were comedically large and filled with loud know it alls explaining to n00bs what XYZ landmark means/is. I will say as a PSA that Cardullo's has done some rearranging and it's not so claustrophobic anymore! We dared to bring the umbrella stroller in (since Mr. D. was still strapped in)- and it was not a menace. A-maz-ing.
All in all, it was a lovely jaunt. It was just the thing I wanted to do: a little adventure with my dudes. Well, minus PT, who spent the afternoon building the components of his new homebrew kit. (woo, beer!)
This being the second of a three day weekend, there was a great deal of cooking that happened. We were gifted with a lot of tomatoes last night, so I decided to do a version of cacciatore. I have no idea if it resembles in the end, but it did have this bizarrely bready smell that wafted through the house all day. (Tomato, chicken breast with bone, lots of oregano and basil, not enough salt, garlic, and the last of the Shiraz from last night.) It will get 'et with ravioli on Tuesday or Wednesday.
We're having
purple_terror's absolute favorite people (Tom and Carol) over tomorrow for dinner, so I decided mini apple pies were appropriate. Carol's from here, Tom's the UK and they currently live in the Other Cambridge. Their visits tend to be a big deal. PT's making beef wellingtion, you know, like you do. At any rate, cutting apples, making streusel, dough, and a bit of apple sauce to top the raw apple all had to happen. They're all hanging out and waiting to bet baked. This is how it got to be suddenly not 7:30, but 10 all of a sudden. However! The day was not all drudgery. I convinced
quiet_elegance to venture out past the easy Spy Pond park adventure and to the more daring Harvard Common playground. It was a classic People's Republic moment- coming off the 77 bus to a cacophany that was Bread and Puppets. The crowd was dense enough and it was odd enough I didn't want to linger- not QE or Crime Fighter's cuppa, I think. But it was just so beautifully perfectly Cambridge: something my mom and dad would have easily seen here almost 40 years ago. QE had not been to this playground. It was packed with pretty well behaved kids. I adore the water features there. Nobody at all will be surprised that Mr. D took to the mini climbing hummock (not really a wall) instantly and knew exactly what to do with the hand/foot holds. He just needed a bit of extra bracing.
Of course ALL the students and many of their parents were in Harvard Sq. We ventured in for some good tea and some Lush refills. Wow. Just... wow. The bluegrass band playing in the alley were good, though. But the crowds were comedically large and filled with loud know it alls explaining to n00bs what XYZ landmark means/is. I will say as a PSA that Cardullo's has done some rearranging and it's not so claustrophobic anymore! We dared to bring the umbrella stroller in (since Mr. D. was still strapped in)- and it was not a menace. A-maz-ing.
All in all, it was a lovely jaunt. It was just the thing I wanted to do: a little adventure with my dudes. Well, minus PT, who spent the afternoon building the components of his new homebrew kit. (woo, beer!)
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