Sometimes I think we should get a picture of the Mt. Timpanogos temple for our aparmtment, but all the available prints are of bright sunny days. While that’s all well and good, my imagined ideal photo is of a dark, foggy, drizzly morning, just like the day we got married. One of these days I’ll just have to go out to Utah and take that picture myself.
The Virginia weather on our anniversary was similar, which I loved. We both went to work on May 2 (because we are boring adults like that), then went to J. Gilbert’s for dinner. The steak and salads were great, but the real meal rockstars were my scallops and Jason’s cinnamon ice cream.
Jason got it in his head last week that we should have a caprese salad on Saturday, so we did. I made the balsamic reduction and he did everything else. It was summery and fresh and the apartment smelled balsamic-y through Sunday morning.
I thought about trying to make some Kentucky food for us to eat during Derby coverage (since the race itself is only two minutes long and doesn’t warrant snacks). Problems with this plan: 1) I can’t fry chicken. 2) You can’t buy Ale-8-One or Mingua beef jerky here. 3) A hot brown always seems like a heart attack on a sandwich. 4) All things bourbon-y are by necessity out, which includes juleps, bourbon balls, and authentic derby pie…oh, and beer cheese is out too. 5) It was too warm outside for burgoo. That left pimento cheese, which I admittedly like, but wasn’t feeling velveeta and mayo this particular day.
Instead, we ate frozen firecracker shrimp and arancini from Trader Joe’s. There’s always next year.
Not much else is new in the Frost household. I’m reading In Dubious Battle, which is a (shorter) Steinbeck novel about California fruit strikes. Jason is reading The Sun Also Rises, in anticipation of our seeing a ballet interpretation on Saturday. I’m not sure Hemingway would approve. Neither of us have been to the ballet before, though, so we’re looking forward to it.