From Tea Parties to Dance Parties and Roasted Tomatilla Salsa
I can’t believe it. I haven’t even told you about Alex’s graduation and I’m already heading back to Philly. My daughter decided to accept a position there and she needs me to help her move in. I’m not really good at lifting boxes but since I helped her take them to storage on Mother’s Day I guess the least I can do is help her move them out.
She doesn’t have a car yet so that makes things like moving into your first apartment a challenge. She lived on campus for four years so she truly needs everything to fill what looks like a very large dorm room to me. But this one has a private bath and a small kitchen. And a loft to hold a mattress (notice I’m not sure about using the word bed). But I’m looking forward to it-mostly because I will be with her.
But let’s back up a month or so. After a great week in Philly between graduations we headed up to Lewisburg. Lewisburg is a great town surrounded by Amish farms and wide open spaces of green. It borders the Susquehanna River and reminds me remotely of where I grew up in Illinois.
We stayed in a b and b because Lewisburg does not have many motels or hotels. We were lucky we didn’t have to stay in the dorm because the town’s lodging is not big enough to hold all the visitors. I planned well in advance because I couldn’t quite see my parents in a dorm. Could you?
Alex at the B and B
Saturday began with porch sitting at Alex’s house where we met his roommates and their families.
And then the beers were opened and let’s just say that our weekend began and ended with beer. It was fun and relaxing and hot. Very hot. We went to several house parties and met all the people that I’ve been wanting to meet for four years. It’s tough when you live so far from the college your kids attend. There is still so much I missed doing. Like going to a football game or a basketball game or parent’s weekend.
We danced on a Saturday afternoon and that was fun.
Mother and Son Dance
It was fun seeing how much others like your kid and it was nice to say thank you to all the parents that took him for various weekends, because we lived so far away. It was fun meeting his friends and realizing that he had really good friends and that was special. It was wonderful feeling that maybe HE/SHE really did learn something and that it was more than what was contained in a class. It all was special and it wasn’t just the beer talking.
Alex and his roommate Colin grilled steaks and chicken for dinner.
We picked up potato and macaroni salad so we could have something besides just meat. And we started with chips and salsa. Nothing fancy but it hit the spot. More beers and a bottle of wine and lots of good conversation with Colin’s mom.
Sunday began early with saving seats for the BIG ceremony.
They were cold until the shade went away.
It was HOT. And Long. But it had good speakers and the best part was- that he graduated. Yes!
We had lunch in the cafeteria and dinner on the river. We ate fried chicken and fried fish and sat at picnic tables and it was wonderful. I will miss it.
I will miss tea parties and college campuses and dancing on a Saturday afternoon. And I will miss winter break and spring break and hearing about stupid professors and my daughter’s tennis matches and my son’s ski weekends. And even though there will always be more to come, I will miss it.
I guess there is only one thing to do. Yep. It is time to break out the beer and eat the entire bowl of salsa and chips!
Roasted Tomatilla Salsa
Time to Make: About 30 minutes, including broiling
Serves: Maybe 4-6 or 1 sad mom! Ingredients:
20 Husked and Rinsed Fresh Tomatillos
1 peeled onion, sliced
4 unpeeled garlic cloves
1 chipotle in adobo Sauce
2 T cilantro
1 pinch each of sugar and salt
Broil tomatillos, onion and garlic until charred.
Peel garlic and puree tomatillos, onion and garlic with chipotle, cilantro and sugar and salt.
If you like your salsa with more tomato flavor feel free to add in some tomato sauce. This is also good with a cubed avocado mixed in. And some might like a pinch of cumin. If you have never used fresh tomatillos, now is the time. They taste like a tart green tomato!
P.S. This is my 50th post. I can’t believe I got this far! And with only (at least) 4 font changes!