The Difference a Day Makes
July 31, 2008
Well, friends: it’s over. The Bar Exam is over. And I just have to thank you all for putting up with my yammering on about it for two months—even on a daily basis recently. And more than that, thanks for all your well wishes. Each one was a little glimmer of happy in what was otherwise a not-so-fun few days. But after you’ve been so patient, so thoughtful, so all-together wonderful, I have just one more favor to ask of you.
Do you remember how I’ve been saying for the last two days that we’d return to our “regularly scheduled” programming today? And do you know how said programming involves some photos, a story and always, always, a recipe? Well, I’m hoping if I ask nicely, you’ll permit me just one more non-recipe post? Pretty please?
(Click “more” for the rest of the non-recipe—sigh—post.)
Because last night, there was champagne. Delicious, crisp, fizzing, festive champagne. And there was a warm summer night. And there was a pizza delivered and a salad too (what? You haven’t heard that champagne pairs nicely with pizza? Well, my friend, perhaps this post isn’t so useless after all!). And there was a Cubs game on the radio up on the deck. And there was a stroll for some ice cream. But there was no cooking, no blogging.
All that said, I promise (no really, I swear) that we will indeed return to the recipes and such tomorrow. I know, because this morning I am absolutely itching to get back into the kitchen. I had visions of peaches and blueberries and tomatoes dancing through my head last night. And I’m already eyeing the cookbooks and food magazines I want to haul with me later today when we set out for a little roadtrip, heading toward Minnesota, its perfect summer, and four of my favorite people in the world. Oh, I only just woke up (slept in ’till almost 7!!!) and I like today already. See you tomorrow!