| So yesterday was my American b-day barbeque thing. I somehow got convinced that i should honor the tradition and have a bbq while i’m here. Confidence that shrinked a bit after the invitations had gone out, as Diana sweetly mentioned that “you also deserve credit for taking on the american bbq tradition!” (oops, am i actually up to this…) and Susan began to refer to the whole thing as “a historical event”. Ay, the weight of a tradition… Can one ever live up to them? And when is something a failure or an interesting innovation in the light of tradition? When David asked me if i needed some help, all i could respond was that i needed to know whether he had done one of these bbqs before (as i hadn’t). At least some kind of experience/knowledge to relate to. The response was reassuring: “Sarah: 234 times.” |  |
Now i’m not really sure if we indeed had an american bbq. Meat is new thing for me so there wasn’t much of that around, but i made sure that there was corn, patatoes and mashmellows (to stick in the fire we can make in our garden, which seemed a disgusting idea to some of the non-american guests…). But the food that i indulged in was taboule, blue cheese, quinoa salad with marinated tempeh (thanks to mary), gratin aux légumes (merci didier), pasta with homemade pesto, nice bread, humus, fennel-olive-orange salad, nice wine… and ah, the most amazing chocolate raspberry cake! (how did marÃa know…)
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American or not, it turned out to be the sweetest thing of finding oneself in such good company. Lizards, biology, DNA and science. (the sparkle in her eyes, wide open with amazement, made it so clear that marÃa will be studying our new housemate ammon who is studying the mating patterns of lizards…) And puppets puppets puppets. (at some point everybody should hear Rebecca’s stories about teaching Emily Martin’s feminist deconstruction of the story of conception – ask your students to enact a different story with sock puppets…) And Feza’s voice on the phone all the way from Ankara (as he got up in the morning)… (a taste of what i’ll have to deal with as well? after all that time of complaining about santa cruz, actually missing some parts of it… Feza, how did that happen?) |
Now Berna wants to come and live in our house for her last weeks in Santa Cruz, and David suggests we start a weekly salon. And i’m filled with so much joy with what this house can become. Remember, it’s all about tribes…
did maria cut her hair and is she blond now?
kisses, R
ah, you got a glimpse of marÃa metamorphosed! been meaning to make that perfect picture that captures the new maria and put it somewhere here, but of course the whole image remains (beautifully) evasive. you’ll have to do with glimpses for the time being. (or come and visit soon 🙂
not blond, bleached!
laaaaaate
prooooooooficiat
(en wat een geweldige carrot cake) groeten!
(ik verhuis vandaag Рspannend Рnaar de hoogstraat ol̩ ol̩)
als je terugkomt, mag je eens onze hangmat komen testen 🙂
hm, een hangmataanbod om niet om af te slaan… wij hebben hier ook een hangmat, maar nog geen manier gevonden om ze daadwerkelijk op te hangen. dus de hoogstraat wint. proficiat met de hoogstraat, ik hoop dat de verhuis goed gegaan is. en dat er nu veel gehangen kan worden!