that February (traditionally, my least favorite month of the year, although I've been reconsidering that recognition for a while now) would be the least active month since this blog began. This isn't to say that things haven't been happening in DNortonLand. Trust me, they have, and I will show them to you now.
Sometime at the end of January, I baked my roomies an "American" breakfast...which we promptly ate when everyone woke up at 4PM. (Actually, most of them were up before then, except for Antonio, who got up, ate, and went right back to sleep. ) We polished off the pancakes, bacon and eggs quite easily, but I was eating French Toast Casserole and fruit salad for about a week after. Which was perfectly fine with me.
I honestly can't remember what I did the first weekend in February. Probably something lazy, as in freak out about the (very small) amount of homework I had and bake cookies. (There's been a lot of that happening, what with the new apartment and ginormous kitchen and all. The roomies are accusing me of trying to make them fat, and/or trying to keep the entire Spanish dairy industry in business with the quantity of butter that I use.)
(what can I say? I get all my recipes from the Pioneer Woman. Like these salted fudge brownies.)
The second weekend was tons of fun, though. I accompanied 40 undergraduates, two professors, and co-chair of student life, Caridad, down to Córdoba and Granada. Although I had already been to Córdoba once this year (twice in my life), I was pretty excited to go back to Granada. That city is where I fell in love with Spain, so being back was kind of like a homecoming.
I was surprised by how well I remembered how to get around. It's not like it was that complicated, but still, it's been 4 years since I last set foot in this town...you'd think that I'd want to have a map on me, just in case.
Sometime at the end of January, I baked my roomies an "American" breakfast...which we promptly ate when everyone woke up at 4PM. (Actually, most of them were up before then, except for Antonio, who got up, ate, and went right back to sleep. ) We polished off the pancakes, bacon and eggs quite easily, but I was eating French Toast Casserole and fruit salad for about a week after. Which was perfectly fine with me.
I honestly can't remember what I did the first weekend in February. Probably something lazy, as in freak out about the (very small) amount of homework I had and bake cookies. (There's been a lot of that happening, what with the new apartment and ginormous kitchen and all. The roomies are accusing me of trying to make them fat, and/or trying to keep the entire Spanish dairy industry in business with the quantity of butter that I use.)
(what can I say? I get all my recipes from the Pioneer Woman. Like these salted fudge brownies.)
The second weekend was tons of fun, though. I accompanied 40 undergraduates, two professors, and co-chair of student life, Caridad, down to Córdoba and Granada. Although I had already been to Córdoba once this year (twice in my life), I was pretty excited to go back to Granada. That city is where I fell in love with Spain, so being back was kind of like a homecoming.
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I was surprised by how well I remembered how to get around. It's not like it was that complicated, but still, it's been 4 years since I last set foot in this town...you'd think that I'd want to have a map on me, just in case.
Oh dear. That's the THIRD time I've seen those salted fudge brownies on a blog. Maybe I'll make them tomorrow for church.
ReplyDeleteAnd I love that french toast casserole. I'm assuming it is your mom's recipe, no? Love it out here in Virginia!
Guess if you and Victoria both like those salted brownies. I had better try them. Not good for Weight Watchers, however.
ReplyDeleteActually, Vic. It's the Pioneer Woman's recipe. I would have used my mom's but I'm too lazy to try to find cinnamon raisin bread in Spain.
ReplyDeleteAnd the salted fudge brownies are like an explosion of chocolate, tempered by the delightfulness of the salt.