Spending spring break in Paris seems like the sort of thing that I would only fantasize about doing with my friends. However, with one suitemate spending a semester studying at Sciences Po, four of us decided to actually visit! Cue montage of months of Yelp/TripAdvisor scouring and thematic movie nights.
Throughout the semester I do a lot reading for class, but I don’t get to do much leisure reading. I always have a long list of books waiting to be read at the beach over Christmas. This year I was able to read quite a few books and three really stood out.
Recently there was an op-ed in my campus newspaper titled “Counting Sheep: An Exposé on Ignorance.” It started with a Richard Dawkins quote and did not warm up to religion from there.
College is a time for questioning and pushing against preconceptions, but I want to take a moment to say that it is not wrong to find answers. It is not wrong to find that some foundations stand firm when you test them.
Angel food cake is one of my favorite types of cake! The texture is SO fluffy, & it just needs a bit of fruit, no decorating skills required. With some help from Duncan Hines, it is surprisingly easy to make. Truly, you just add water, mix, and bake. I made jam to go with the cake, but if you would prefer to skip the hassle, fresh strawberries are an excellent alternative. Overall, it is a low-effort dessert that looks fairly impressive.
I ended up seeing quite a lot of Texas during spring break this year! 18th century elites might have favored the Grand Tour of Europe to round out their education, but I’d suggest that a Humble Tour of Texas is not without merit.
Time is quickly ticking away to bake cookies for Santa. My favorite Christmassy treats are gingerbread cookies. Between the excellent aroma as they bake in the oven and the opportunities they present for creative cookie cutting & decorating, they are a perfect seasonal goodie!
I heard a bird sing // In the dark of December. // A magical thing // And sweet to remember // “We are nearer to Spring // Than we were in September,” // I heard a bird sing // In the dark of December. — Oliver Herford