One of the great things to come out of these cooler temps we’ve been having lately is my running season is off to an early start. I don’t like to run in the summer. Temps above 75 are just not for me, which is odd because I spend at least two to three times a week in hot yoga with temperatures between 95F and 105F degrees. Anyway, today was my first morning run of the season and it was a good one. Temperatures hovering around 60, not a cloud in the sky, sun shinning, flowers still blooming – it was perfect. In fact it was so perfect, I ran farther than I ever have before (without stopping to walk) and was just getting to the point of winding down when I looked up and saw a coyote about 100 feet from me. Needless to say, my run did not wind down, but rather picked up to a speedy pace (amazing what a little adrenaline will do) and I ran back toward civilization (thank goodness for early morning golfers).
I know that coyotes are probably more afraid of us than we are of them, but I wasn’t about to hang around to find out. He never came closer, but did run parallel to me, tracking my moves until I came within range of the golfers and golf carts. Then he disappeared and I ran on home. So now that I’m all wiped out (but mentally exhilarated from an exciting first run), I’m going to turn today’s post over to Mr. N. He had a “write a blog post” on his list of things to do this summer. Take it away Mr. N…
School starts in four days. I don’t want to go to school. I had a great summer and I don’t want it to be over. I liked everything I did this summer like going to play tennis, going for ice cream, playing at the pool and I liked having my birthday. My favorite thing was acting camp. I liked practicing my lines, being in a play and making new friends.
I guess I’m looking forward to seeing my friends, recess, lunch time, art class, drama class and gym class. I also like riding the bus and I can finally ride in the back of the bus since I’m in third grade. But I don’t want to talk about school anymore. Let’s talk about French toast. Since we’re doing the French toast championship, it was time for a new one. My mom had her favorite French toast ever at a restaurant called Jam, and we tried to make it at home. Mom’s calling it Malted Custard French Toast with Cherry Rum Compote. Compote is a weird word. I don’t think we should use it. It’s just fruit cooked in syrup.
He whips the cream and beats the eggs. So my dad whipped the cream, but he had to because it’s in the recipe. But it’s not ordinary whipped cream. It has lime juice in it. I like lime juice.
Miss A gave it 5 spoons even though I don’t think she really liked it. She only ate the whipped cream and some cherries. Mom asked her to eat some of the bread. She ate one piece and said she was full. I think she either didn’t like it or she already spoiled her appetite that day, but I’m not sure.
My mom gave it 3 spoons too. She said it wasn’t as good as the one she had at Jam, but she wasn’t surprised. She said they make theirs sous vide. I don’t know what that means. Something about cooking it in vacuum sealed plastic…the restaurant probably has its secrets.
You can tell someone is a little grumpy about summer being over. I think it’s a bit of first day nerves too. New teacher, new material, new kids in his class. By next week, he’ll be back having fun with his friends and his jitters will be over. Miss A on the other hand, can’t wait for school. Then again, I’d be happy to go back to preschool too! So would Mr. N who repeatedly reminds Miss A how good she has it with her markers, paints, toys, crayons and no homework.
Well, that wraps up our celebratory and fun recipes from the past few weeks. Next time we’ll get back to our cooking around the world. Miss A is taking us to Australia! See you down under, and until then, we’re off and running…back to school (and away from coyotes).
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