We each have one day of the week to cook - we’re not even chefs, but wow, we’ve been living large. Julian and Clara bring home the dough (aka groceries)
So let’s skip ahead to the revitalizing, renewing, replenishing spring.
The winters can be cold and busy at Carleton, though, and most of the time, Clara and Julian and Alex ate in the dining halls (I missed them from my spot making soup at home). He’s a year younger than the rest of us and also didn’t really know Clara or Julian, but that didn’t stop him from carving out a sweet place for himself in our house dynamic. Lucky for me, I got to pull from the comedy/friendship game again, and in entered Alex. Nick graduated that term, though, and we had to pull in another friend to replace him. It was a funny dynamic - me and Clara sharing our house’s double and getting to know each other better than we ever had over the years of knowing each other Julian in a single down the hall, good friends with Clara but only just getting to know me and Nick, downstairs, never having met Clara or Julian before, but very eager to take us all to the grocery store in his electric blue car. When you live in a townhouse, you get to be off-board, meaning you make your own food, and Nick was always cooking up blueberry french toast or chicken stir fry or, as you can see, a whole apple pie with me! I knew him from comedy and friendship, and he was really a lot of fun to have around.
