Memorial Day Weekend
Memorial Day Weekend has held a special place in our hearts for a few years now; I moved to Seattle on the Tuesday after Memorial Day two years ago. 
Since it was our last weekend together before I left, we made sure to make it a special weekend, and we’ve kept the momentum up ever since. This year it was extra special since it was our first full weekend at home since returning from India (not counting our first full weekend at home).
We started the week by cutting out of work early and watching two movies at the Seattle International Film Festival: The Fall and Before the Rains, both which took place (at least primarily) in India. (Correction: the imagination sequences of The Fall mostly took place in India; the movie itself took place in LA.) The former took place in North India where we didn’t travel, but the latter took place in Kerala, which is where we vacationed. While The Fall was a much better movie, it was great to see Kerala again in Before the Rains, especially since it was filmed in one of the regions we visited. We closed out the day with a nice dinner at How to Cook a Wolf in the Queen Anne neighborhood of Seattle.
Saturday morning we woke up to a stunning day and enjoyed a nice espresso and a stroopwafel on the porch before heading off to the farmer’s market to pick up a bone-in pork shoulder from Woolie Pigs. We had Jim and Jess over to enjoy some roasted pig and some St. Joseph that we brought over from France last time we visited. It was the first time we saw them since we’d left for India, so it was great to catch up and swap stories. Add to that a delightful cheese platter, a fresh, light soup, a delicious hunk of pork, fresh lemon gnocci, and a few great bottles of wine and you’ve got yourself one hell of an evening. Provided that “one hell of an evening” for you doesn’t mean “going out drinking with friends and waking up in prison with a I LOVE FORMALDEHYDE tattoo on your left shoulder”. I’ll be honest with you: that just doesnt’t sound very relaxing to me.
Jim also brought over his home-brew which we had started before I left; it was awesome. In fact, I proposed we start making two batches of it staggered so that we always have some beer of that particular recipe on hand. It would require that I buy a supply of beer-making equipment. Jim said it would be cheap if you do it ghetto-style like he does. I said, “I can do it ghetto-style” to which Jess remarked, “You don’t do anything ghetto-style.” Besides being spectacularly unfair, her statement is also annoyingly accurate.
Sunday, we woke up to another spectacular morning and spent the day lazily reading the New York Times. One of life’s greatest indulgences is to spend Sunday on a sunny porch with a great cup of espresso while spending hours pouring over the paper. We finished the day off by sipping Mojitos and grilling bratwurst, chickenbreast, and corn. Beat that.
Memorial Day dawned with overcast skies. At least I’m guessing it dawned that way, because by the time Michelle and I got up, it was overcast. We started our day with our favorite breakfast: a fried egg on a sourdough muffin with ham, arugula, vinegarette, tomato and Beechers Flagship cheese. We even managed to squeeze in some Bollywood and a dinner of fresh pasta.
After a month of relentless sunshine, it’s funny how refreshing a nice cloudy day can be.
about half of what we made. What did we do with left over corn? Why, fed it to the doggs, of course. Now, the actual cob is rather unhealthy for a dog since it’s hard to pass. To circumvent this problem Michelle decided to see if Mack could eat corn off the cob like a human. As it turns out, he can. It seemed oddly natural to him, and he approached it as though it was the most normal thing in the world. He must have said to himself, “This cob might not be good for my digestive system; I think I’ll try to bite the kernels off individually. When I am done eating, I shall do Calculus.” Beene, on the other hand, consumed half a cob despite our best efforts to prevent her from doing so.
At the risk of sounding like an old geezer, in today’s age of video games and reality TV, I really don’t think there are shows like Sesame Street being made anymore that challenge and educate kids in a fun and constructive way.
