TWD: Raspberry Blanc-Manger

I've been dreaming a lot lately. Dreaming is a dangerous thing, you know, especially when it hits in the middle of a work day. It leads to all sorts of unsavory activity - emailing friends for information and contacts at universities, perusing gorgeous photos of the Northwest, reminiscing over an amazing weekend. And while I still haven't made up my mind, I'm slowly but surely meandering my thoughts in a certain direction. That direction involves lots of applications and emails, conversations and research. All good things, and ones that I'll have to fill all of you in on as the situation progresses. Until then, I have a couple of thank yous - to Y, for an absolutely perfect birthday gift of french toast macarons (it comes a very close second to my D90 from the boyfriend) and to Jen, for the perfect hiking recommendation of Pawnee Pass. While I might have sworn at my friend for saying "but we're almost there," the adventure of finally getting 12,500' above sea level by the power of my legs alone was 100% worth it.


One of my closest friends just got married this last weekend. To an amazing woman, who fits him perfectly. It's like they're puzzle pieces, coming together from different boxes, different pictures, that just happen to lock right together. Makes you think that, in the end, everything works out just the way it's supposed to.


And it doesn't hurt that we were then able to gallivant around Boulder in all of its forms - the mountains, the parks, downtown on Pearl St. Catching up with old college friends, meeting and hearing about new significant others, finding out about jobs and life. Oh, and being those people at the wedding - a dozen or so of us, with a half dozen dSLRs in tow, massive zoom lenses, extra flashes, filters, etc. You should have heard the clicking! The "official" photographer (a friend of the bride) mentioned camera envy upon seeing all of our toys :)


So I'd say my life is doing pretty darned well right now. I have options, chances to change. There's nothing like that feeling of opportunity, as much as I hate that word. Work is to blame for that - anything less than good happening is an "opportunity." I'm sorry, it's just something crappy, nothing more to it. But this is the right sort of opportunity. The one with, you know, opportunities around every corner :)


And on that note, I think I'll leave you with possibly the classiest way to serve berries and whipped cream - a blanc-manger. Thank you Susan for picking it - despite the number of bowls and pots required, it really was beautiful and tasty!


Last Week: Brioche Plum Tart
Next Week: Vanilla Ice Cream