Monday, July 20 – Sunday, July 26
The Week in Love, I think: In front of my office building an anxious, older man stopped me to ask if I knew where he was supposed to go to get a marriage license. I work near the Court House and a lot of government buildings, so he was near to his destination. However, I didn’t know where to send him. Looking around like a Marriage Licenses Sold Here sign was going to magically appear, I told him: “I don’t know, I’m single,” like being single prevents me from even knowing how the mechanics of getting married work.
Anyway, I looked it up on my phone. He was catty corner from where he needed to be. He nervously and quickly started to head off but I called him back, “Hey, is the license for you?” He said it was. He didn’t seem happy, or mushy, or anything buy in a hurry. “Well, congratulations,” I shouted. “Okay…Thanks.” I hope it is true love for him.
The Week in Comfort: This week’s comfort food was a blueberry coffee cake from King Arthur Flour’s excellent baking site. Because it’s a fruit cake topped with struesel, the cake can be referred to as a “buckle.” I posted the picture below on Facebook and people got sentimental about coffee cakes their Moms and Grandmas used to make (or buy from the local bakery). There is a degree of nostalgia in a coffee cake, like women in house dresses having a nosh and a little neighborhood gossip before the kids come home from school. I often bring coffee cakes when I’m invited to someone’s house for dinner. We eat it for dessert served with ice cream, and the simplicity is very much appreciated. (Plus the hosts get to keep the leftovers for breakfast.)
Also, struesel, in my opinion, is a underutilized in baking. It’s just a perfect topping. More struesel, please.
The Week in Opening Day: I’ve been doing this blog for a couple years, and it’s always fun to pick the most representative Opening Day pictures of the dozens of pictures I take at the parade, and the bars, and the game. This year’s season is as effed up by Covid as everything else. Opening Day for the shortened, no crowd, season was Friday. I have one picture and it’s of the free cookie I got from the bank. Go Reds!
The Week in What Covid Can’t Touch: The sexual revolution will not let a pandemic ruin the party. Even if you won’t come inside (that’s a joke for your inner 12 year old boy), you can still get curbside pick-up. Sadly, for clandestine Hustler shoppers, this method of shopping my be a little, uh, too exposed.
The Week in Music Pulls Us Apart: The honeymoon period ended at my job on Friday morning when I realized I was the only one in the office listening to or caring about the new Taylor Swift album. I just don’t know what’s wrong with my new co-workers! 😂🎤🎼
The Week in Music Brings Us Together: I hope the young couple in the garage not only appreciate that I gave a shout out to his Bon Iver tour t-shirt, but also referenced his new duet with Taylor Swift. I also hope they forgive me for mispronouncing Iver’s name. I learned it as “EYE-Vare” then had to be retaught “EEE-Vare.” Totes forgot, my young peeps! As a friend noted, Iver’s name rhymes with Bonnie Bear. Ah, now I got it! #TryingToBridgeGenerations 😉🤓🤷♀️