The Game and Thanksgiving!

November has been a fun month.  The weather has been mild until the last week or so and we’ve really been enjoying the company of great friends and a mostly-happy baby!

Josh is a big fan of cooking.  When I’m busy in the kitchen, I always have to clear a spot on the countertop so he can hang out and give me a hand.  He needs to have his own utensil to poke and stir things with and full access to whatever happens to be in the bowls I’m using.  Here he is helping me finish up a pizza, one of his current favorite foods.

 

Two weeks ago we went with some friends to The Game.  For those of you not familiar with this term, The Game is the annual, thunderous clash of the Ivy League football titans: Harvard vs. Yale.  It’s the longest-running rivalry in college football and is actually broadcast every year.  In reality, The Game is not really about football at all.  It’s really just an excuse for Ivy League namby-pambies, such as ourselves, to shamelessly flaunt our Harvard affiliation.  We got all yuppied up in our school sweatshirts and virtually pranced through Harvard Square on our way to the football field.  I don’t think many people actually noticed when the game began as they were busy networking with their fellow namby-pambies.  It wasn’t like any football game I’ve been to.  Sure, people wanted their team to beat the other guys, but I don’t think many of them actually knew how that was to occur, nor did they care.  It was like a high school game but without the heart.  I really like watching football, and I wasn’t even following the game very closely.  And with all those white-sweatshirt-around-the-neck yacht club-goers around (does it get any more yuppie than Harvard vs. Yale?), it was really difficult not to make remarks like “That’s a great marching band.  I wonder if they’re actually the football team too and are going to rip off their band uniforms and start playing football.  Or maybe they’re just going to play band music at each other violently and see who wins.”  We wondered whether being members of the marching band at Harvard was actually a status symbol (no offense to anyone reading this who was in their high school marching band).  Anyway, we had a great time with our friends and headed home at half-time to let Josh have a nap and enjoy the rest of the game in the warmth of our own home.  Strangely, the game looked much more exciting on ESPN than it did in person, which has definitely not been my experience with college sporting events.  Every time I watch the Beavers play (Josh is a big sports-watcher, as you can see here - OSU v. Cal a few weeks ago), I remember how awesome it was to sit in that stadium and enjoy the rush of excitement or disappointment along with tens of thousands of avid fans.  In person, the Harvard game was somewhat sparsely populated by people who really didn’t care.  On TV, the announcers kept saying how exciting the game was and how electrifying the atmosphere was.  Those announcers obviously have never been to a “real” college rivalry football game if that was an electrifying atmosphere.  Anyway, we had a great time with the wonderful friends we’ve made here over the past two years.  Here’s Josh and his little buddy Katelyn, only two months and one block apart.  And here’s Josh with his two favorite people (and that’s including us), Josh and Whitney.

We have been blessed with friends who were willing to let us into their lives here while we are far from family.  The past two years we have been invited to share Thanksgiving with good friends, so we decided it was our turn to spread the friendship.  We ended up hosting 20 adults and 5 children (including ourselves) in our 800-sq foot apartment.  I was a little worried about fitting that many people in our little place, but it turned out great.  We wish we could have invited more people, but we were truly at capacity as you can see!  We were quite cozy, and once everybody sat down there was really no getting up again, but everyone had a great time.  We had fabulous food and great company and it was wonderful!  Tiring (even little Nikhil was worn out and he didn’t even cook anything! :) ), but wonderful! 

 

Here’s a flourless chocolate cake I made for Thanksgiving dessert.  My friend Paige, an outstanding baker, inspired the stenciled leaves and acorn detailed in powdered sugar and cocoa.  Mario spent about an hour cutting out the pattern for me.  Turned out great, and it was wonderfully delicious! 

We bought one of our Christmas presents early this year – a portable DVD player.  Josh and I are flying to Oregon for a short visit while Mario studies for finals, and we’ll be driving across the country at least twice in the next 18 months, so we figured it would be an excellent purchase for everyone’s benefit.  Here’s Josh giving it a go.  Hope he’s this interested in it during our flight home!

Halloween and Cinnamon Rolls!

My mom came out for a visit late in October and we had an excellent time!  Josh was very sick with roseola for the first half of her visit, but once he recovered from his fever of 104 for 4 days while on both Ibuprofen and Tylenol, we visited some new places.

We had heard that during October, the little town of Salem (famous for the Salem Witch Trials in 1692) gets all crazy for Halloween.  We were sadly disappointed, but we heard later that it actually gets all crazy only after sundown.  During the day, however, it was full of local kids on field trips and not very crazy.  Since none of us are really into witches and the various means of torture and death imposed on them by religious fanatics, we didn’t pay the rather high entrance fees to visit the witches’ dungeon or the museums, but we did spend an enjoyable morning wandering around Salem.  

As you may have read in my previous blog about food, we love food.  Thankfully, my mom shares this passion and we always spend a good deal of our time together eating or planning what to eat.  We saw a special on Food Network about a famous donut shop only 20 minutes from our house and decided we had to go there.  Kane’s Donuts proclaims that they’ve been “Making the world’s best donuts since 1955.”  While I disagree about the donuts – they were good, but not really any better than fresh donuts from The Jelly Donut in Grants Pass – they are also famous for their so-called Coffee Rolls.  I have no idea why they’re called “coffee” rolls.  They’re really just big cinnamon rolls.  Let me restate that – they’re just REALLY BIG cinnamon rolls.  Really big as in a solid 18 inches across.  Really big as in Josh had trouble lifting it up to take a bite and it was about twice the size of his head.  Usually when a restaurant makes something that huge, it’s the size that’s meant to impress more than the taste.  Not so with Kane’s Coffee Rolls!  It was an absolutely divine, cinnamon-filled, crispy on the outside and super tender on the inside, doused in frosting and dusted with cinnamon sugar delight!  All of us, including Josh, really enjoyed it.

 

 

My mom was also here during Halloween and she was game enough to bring her costume with her!  She was a tiger and Josh was on a safari.  He had khakis, binoculars, a stuffed lion, and a safari hat and was mighty cute!  He and YaYa and us went out for his first-ever trick-or-treating.  It took him a while to figure out that we actually wanted him to just take stuff from people, especially since the first few houses we went to had people with kind of scary face paint and he spent most of his time trying to get away from them.  Once we opened up a pack of candy and gave him what was inside, he decided he really would like to take that stuff from those people even if they were scary!  We only stayed out a little while, but he got a pretty good haul.  His favorites were the Rollos, peanut butter cups, and Almond Joys.  We had to be careful where we stored them because he learned how to open all the packages by himself after a few days.  We’d come around the corner or find him huddled behind the couch stuffing a whole peanut butter cup in his face. 

Josh is now a whopping 25 pounds and is growing out of all his clothes.  He’s had balance good enough to walk for a few months now, but was never interested in taking his first step.  He would stand in the middle of a room playing with a toy and not holding on to anything for minutes at a time, but absolutely refused to take even one tiny step no matter how we tried to entice or trick him.  Finally, while mom was here, he was still a little drowsy from just getting up from a nap and sleepily took his first steps from me to her!  He promptly became scared of walking again and wouldn’t do it for a while, but he really picked it up quickly.  After less than a week he could walk all the way a cross the living room, and now he’s just running all over the place!  He still doesn’t say very many real words – only Daddy and hi, although he has sort of tried to say other stuff.  He knows about 5 sign language words and loves to use them.  He even likes to tell me when he’s tired and wants to take a nap!  He has an awesome throwing arm and is great at playing catch.  He’s also crazy about balloons and bubbles right now.  He usually has a deflated balloon in his mouth most of the day these days.  Strangely, though, his absolute favorite thing to do is read books.  He likes to sit by himself and read out loud, or he’ll drag a book all the way across the room and sit in our laps and have us read to him. 

Our Final Fall

We kicked off our last New England autumn with a visit to Vermont to see Mario’s family there.  We took a little detour to the original Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream plant in Waterbury.  We got to tour the plant and taste one of their new flavors, Milk & Cookies.  It’s a fun place and includes a Flavor Graveyard where they commemorate ice cream flavors they’ve discontinued.  Why did they ever think putting popcorn in ice cream was a good idea?

After that, we had a visit from Mario’s cousin (sort of – it’s a long story) and her lovely little family.  Alicia, Tucker and baby Weston were out visiting Alicia’s sister in Vermont and came to Beantown to go to a cranberry festival with us down on Cape Cod.  It was SO COOL!  Visiting a working cranberry bog being harvested has been on my Bucket List for a long time.  Ripe cranberries have small pockets of air which cause them to float in water.  At harvest time, they flood the cranberry fields, called bogs, and then use big lawnmower-type machines to beat the berries free of the bushes.  Once the cranberries float to the top, harvesters put a very long, bendable piece of floating plastic around the bog and then draw it in tight, gathering all the berries in one area.  When they have an entire bog corralled, the berries can be 8 inches deep.  Then they suck the berries up with a big vacuum and load them on trucks to be shipped off for processing.  Very fun and satisfying day.  On our way out of the festival, we got some fried dough (as they call it on the east coast) with cranberries.  Lovely stuff!

We used one of our free Wednesdays (our travel day since Mario doesn’t have class) to visit a little coastal village just north of Boston called Marblehead.  It’s famous for its affluence, quaintness (is that a word?), and history.  It was one of the first villages established by the first settlers to America, and most of the cute little houses that make up its downtown were built in the 1700s and have little plaques hanging on them that say things like “Jacob Clay’s Shoe Factory 1674.”  It’s also the birthplace of the U.S. Navy.  We spent a beautiful morning wandering around taking pictures. 

Experiencing fall in New England is like spending Chinese New Year in China (which, ironically, we didn’t actually spend in China – on purpose, I might add).  New England was made for autumn, plain and simple.  It’s so effortlessly perfect.  First you get the weather – gentle breezes, clean and crisp air, and lots of sunshine.  Then you get the apples – a dozen kinds of delicious, dripping with fresh, crisp, tart, liquid sugar.  With the apples you get fresh-pressed, unpasteurized cider that tastes like you just bit an apple, and tender and crumbly cider donuts tossed with cinnamon sugar.  And then you get the leaves.  Oh my goodness, the leaves!

We wanted our last fall in New England (Mario graduates this spring) to be a good one.  The last two years we haven’t really gone crazy trying to find good places to see leaves since we still had time left and Mario was really busy with class.  Since this is the last one, though, we were on a mission!  We decided to go to the White Mountains in New Hampshire.  As you can see in a few of the pictures, this area was a little past “peak” (you can see a lot of the trees have lost their leaves completely), but it was still AMAZING.  We’ve seen pretty great fall colors the past two years, but it was nothing compared to this place!  It was kind of a rough trip for Josh – it seems he has grown out of his easy traveling age – so we didn’t see as much as we would have liked, but it was still the perfect last “leaf peeping” adventure! 

 

I also dragged Mario out to the orchard to pick apples for our last time.  A trip to an apple orchard is an obligatory part of a New England autumn.  He wasn’t terribly excited about it, but he did warm up to it a bit as soon as he got some apples and cider donuts in him!  And he enjoyed a very refreshing apple juice bath from Josh gnawing on an apple while sitting on his shoulders.