After extensive training and a rigorous application process I have finally obtained the long coveted title of His Culinary Excellency from one Tyler Jorgensen. Although I'm not sure if he's accredited, the honor is an honor nonetheless. Mostly, though, I'm just happy I managed to make a couple dozen enchiladas and tacos without losing any fingers. The pleasure of ordering about assistants was delightful as well.
The Mexican feast aside, the rest of the weekend at Tyler's lake house was super. Not much happened, but I believe that's what's supposed to happen at a lake house. Angie smashed up Tyler's croquet set and I learned I cannot ski to save my life. The end.
In 1631 King Gustav II Adolf of Sweden, sovereign of most of Scandinavia and much of the Baltic, entered Northern Europe in what would eventually be the salvation of the Protestant forces being pushed back by the Catholic Reconquest of continental Europe. Like King Gustav, I am a student. I suppose that made little sense, but it always seemed to me that blogs themselves never made much in the way of sense either. Nevertheless, in the spirit of sharing stories with family and distant friends, to be able to arms-thrashing-wildly rant on end when no one else will listen, and so as to serve as a store place of the memories I all too quickly forget the very next day I will periodically post thoughts, stories, pictures and curse words for all to see.
The king is dead. Long live the king!
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