For the last five days all we have done is unpack and put things away. Well I say "we" simply because those times I allow Josh to help are few and far between. Because let's face it: if he puts it away I'll probably want to rearrange it. He knows this, and therefore sticks to the mancave or boxes of random things from his house that we need to find places for. He's very kind in letting this be my project. Lord knows I need it.
So yesterday afternoon we cruise around Liberty trying to learn more about it as it will be our home for the next few years and at the grocery store are blueberries on sale for an ungodly cheap price. So instead of making chocolate chip or banana nugget cookies I opt for a Blueberry Buckle.
Buckles, if you aren't aware, are this fantastic fruity coffee cake, basically. The bottom is a sweet (but not too sweet) dense cake, and the top has fruit and a sort of brown sugar streusel. Fantastic. By the time my brother, sister-in-law, mother, and niece waltzed in around 5:30pm it was bubbling in the oven and smelling up the entire house. I rule.
Josh, however, pretty much upstaged me with the main course: Wild Alaskan Salmon poached in soy, garlic and onion, served over rice. Wow. I can't even describe how good it was. Not to mention how fun it is to see him cook in the kitchen. Martha Hitler didn't come out once in me last night, as he commanded that room almost better than I do.
So today as he heads off to Toronto for three days I've decided to have a piece of buckle for breakfast (along with my first coffee in the new house) and attack some more boxes before going to work. Clod, of course, has opted to lay around the air conditioning vent and make piles of my shoes.
