We've got visitors from Michigan in town, so you know what that means...
Cupcakes! Sweet Frostings downtown is the cheeriest little shop with cupcakes, macarons, and gelato. My friend chose the chocolate salted caramel cupcake above. Yes, it was delightfully chocolately, and caramely, and salty.
I had the lemon smoothie cupcake, flavored with lemon zest and juice...no extract. It totally showed.
The whole place is adorable.
This is what the world looks like inside of Sweet Frostings.
There they are. Ready to make something delicious.
These cookies get pretty crispy on the outside but stay soft on the inside. Or at least that's what my husband said. I always eat them when they are just out of the oven and still too soft to pick up in one piece.
You can find the recipe here. All I did differently was add 1/2 cup of chopped dried cherries and replaced the macadamia nuts with chopped walnuts.
I keep thinking about trying it with dried apricots. Would that be weird? I think it might be kind of perfect.
I finally spotted a bird eating the suet I put out six months ago! Unfortunately, I was so excited that I immediately scared it away. Let's hope he returns soon or at least tells his friends.
Hey, what a coincidence: the last time I mentioned this suet, I also discussed how my often-inebriated neighbor was yelling things out on the sidewalk. And today, he's upstairs yelling at someone on the other end of the phone:
"I hate her!"
"I HATE HERRRRRRR!"
I hope he's not talking about me.
Anyway, yesterday we traded in the drunken shouting for the sound of the river. Here's some scenes from our two-hour bike ride:
See Joe on the bridge? He had to wait for me to take flower photos.
"Hey it's getting abnormally dark for 6 p.m., but let's keep going!"
The rain was refreshing. I won't tell you about the thunder and lightening. You know, so you don't worry.
We didn't see many animals on the trip. There was a coyote breaking into the water treatment plant. Well, Joe saw him, and I looked up with enough time to see his tail.
There was iced-tea when we got home. Okay, who cares about the tea--I just wanted to show you my adorable new Pyrex pitcher (from Goodwill of course).
Oh and look at the peonies a new/fabulous friend brought me!
And yes, that is the spout of a tea-pot you see. We have no flower vases.
I'm looking forward to returning to the bike route soon and picking up where we left off.
My friend Liz must have known I've been missing that big ol' lake. She's about ready to leave it too, so she's probably feeling sentimental. And overwhelmed. It's easy to worry about time when you're leaving, to feel pressured to create the perfect Marquette day.
And when you do leave, you spend your time thinking about it, regretting those two years you spent living across the street from Lake Superior yet only walked over once a week. Why weren't you there every day? Why didn't you grade at a picnic table at the marina, watching sail boats come in for the night? Why didn't you read each day on those massive rocks, your feet danging into the icy water? Why didn't you dig your toes into the sand more often, spend more time looking for beach glass, take more hikes, canoe more rivers, eat more whitefish, drink more Widowmaker?
But we don't have to feel that way. We can stop comparing where we are to where we were and, instead, figure out what we'll miss when we leave this new place. I've spent almost this entire year hating here and missing there, and that's probably not the best use of my time.
Anyway, Liz, if you see this, I'm hoping you won't be like me. Yes, think about Marquette, and Lake Superior, and whitefish, and Lawry's pasties (or Jean Kay's if you prefer), and ore docks, and freighters, and snow, and snow, and snow, but leave some room for new loves too.
Four days a week in Coeur d'Alene means the Goodwill addiction continues.
I just can't help it! I get out of class, consider driving home, and turn toward Goodwill instead. Even on days when I'm really tired and just want a nap, I'll spend thirty minutes stumbling through their dishes and clothes first.
Plus I've been looking for an alarm clock so I can stop worrying about oversleeping all the time (7 a.m. every day is new for me). Yes, I set the alarm on my phone. And I make Joe set his too, but that doesn't stop me from waking up every thirty minutes in terror--what time is it? 4:30? Why is it light out? Why am I awake? Should I just get up now to avoid oversleeping?
These kinds of nights, and Joe's nonstop-paper writing, have lead to a decline in the desire to make dinner.Take last night's meal as evidence of this laziness:
Oh well. It was good.
Anyway, here are some other things that have been happening.
Our first really good thunderstorm!
And we saw our first Spokane slug!
The group of friends we were meeting up with, didn't seem as excited as I was. He's not gross! Just different.
Oh, and since we're talking about Goodwill, here's my two most recent purchases:
Fifty-cent bowls! There are four--not sure how only three ended up in my picture.