TUMAC Spring BBQ

In an effort to use our gym memberships (happily included in our tuition), and promote the importance of a healthy lifestyle & exercise... we joined the Tulane University Martial Arts Club aka TUMAC, last fall.

This past weekend I ventured down to Dorignacs in Metairie with our fearless leader, Tom. While Charlene was enjoying delicious crawfish and good music at Tulane's Crawfest 2010... I was occupied in Tom's kitchen assisting in the creation of grilled veggies (asparagus, scallions, onions, zucchini, squash, etc), lamb burgers, and beef burgers. In addition to the chicken (marinated in thyme, lemon, and olive oil), we had smoked sausage, avacado salad, baked beans, strawberry pie, and a vanilla ice cream dessert.

No BBQ is complete without the endless supply of beer, wine, and horseradish infused vodka. Yes, horseradish infused vodka to cleanse your palate and prepare the stomach for dessert. There's nothing quite like the feel of burning and the 'whoa what did i just put in my mouth' factor. If you've never tried it, I recommend having your camera's action ready for some great reactions! Unfortunately, due to technical errors, our video of 'horseradish infused vodka' shots was accidentally deleted. Instead, please enjoy the photos our festivities near Audubon park. Pictures courtesy of our very own Treasurer, Adrianna!

Shattered Dreams

This weekend was supposed to be the weekend. An official END to the lemon (2010) saga. But alas, the end came to a sudden and violent end for the limoncello. The jar, I had so carefully and diligently tended to these past few months... shattered.

There I was, admiring my jar of limoncello... sitting peacefully in my closet. I bent down to pick it up thinking, "This weekend you will be in bottles. And I will be able to drink you." But as I carefully picked it, not a foot from the ground, an insect (cockroach) appeared on the jar and attempted to crawl on my hand. I screamed, startled by the unwelcome presence.... and watched the jar slip from my hands and shatter on my closet floor. Still the smell of lemon vodka lingers. Memories of a shattered dream.