Southern Beauty

The husband and I went for a Sunday stroll around the university lake a bit ago.  We are soaking up this southern summer as much as possible.  We had a lovely night, one that lacked only the fireflies, which I'm yearning to see.

Southern charm is infectious.  It permeates nearly everything--architecture, foliage, food preparation, store checkout lines.  The element it eludes is the driving manners--they are dismal.  But these homes and the fried chicken encourage us to overlook the rude driving.

^^I could not get the expanse of these trees within the scope of my lens.  I'm dying to climb up and swing my legs while eating a  peanut butter sandwich and chatting with Forrest Gump.

^^Among all the beautiful plantation-style homes we saw, this quaint, manicured cottage-style was Preston's favorite.

Have a happy weekend, friends.

Pancakes.

Most of the time I prefer my pancakes thin, crispy, and topped with white sugar, sometimes homemade strawberry jam.  I roll up my pancake and eat it in two to three bites. Some of the time, however, I do eat my pancakes with syrup.  It has to be pure maple syrup.  And that is when my pancakes have chocolate chips in them.  And I only like my pancakes to have chocolate chips if they are fluffy.

Last week the craving was for thin, small pancakes with granulated sugar.  Tonight, these fluffy, rich babies.  (Try the recipe if you know what's good for you.)

The husband is at a work meeting till late. So it is just me, the dog, that stack, and the World Cup tonight. Boom, baby.

Cougar is a Graduate.

My family just waved off its last 4th generation Davis Dart.  My youngest brother's class is memorable--the 100th graduating class at Davis High.  The centennial year has been a celebrated one.

Dart Pride is a tangible thing.  It's an envied thing.  My siblings and Mom are proud to all have sported the brown and gold, to come from a high school rich with tradition, to be among many students who are 3rd, 4th, and even 5th generation attendants of Davis High.  Our great-grandparents attended school together.  Many grandparents still attend sporting events, sharing stories of their own glory days rushing the ball in colors representing rich soil and glistening wheat that helped this community prosper.

Yeah, Davis High is a good place.

Congratulations Class of 2014.  Davis sent off it's 100th class in style.