It’s that time again in Michigan. That time, about mid-way through the summer, when it becomes glaringly apparent why I moved here (besides that thing about residency). You can pick ALL the things yourself.
Do you know anybody in Ann Arbor, Michigan?
I don’t either. But I’ll be moving there in June to start my Medicine/Pediatrics residency at University of Michigan! After all that traveling and all those interviews and all that contemplating about lists and ranks and cities and hospitals…4th med students all over the country found out where they’ll be for residency for the next few years. (more…)
Hannah came to visit me (Kate) this weekend! Exciting stuff.
She got to see my apartment and meet my cat and examine the baking sitch I have going on. As in, she met the Kitchenaid too. A convergence of the two biggest players in my baking life. Big day.
It was super awesome to have her here for the weekend (obvs) and we celebrated by making pancakes (double obvs) from Joy the Baker (obvs times a million).
Hannah said that people might a little bit be having the tiniest trouble figuring out who is writing what. We maybe think alike and talk alike and such. Sorry I didn’t realize sooner! Sooo, hey! This is Kate speaking!
Tonight I went grocery shopping. And then I made a cake. I’ve been really productive. Pay no mind to the disastrous morning that was this morning. Avert your eyes and focus on this pretty cake I made for you.
I had such a good time with my first post (and y’all were so nice!) that I think I’m gonna do it again. Hope that’s cool with you…
Okay, so, I’d like to make this blog a nest in a tree of trust and understanding. Because it’s confession time.
I, Kate, as a self-professed obsessive baker and woman in her 20s, have never made my own pie crust. Sure, I’ve made an occasional graham cracker crust or (expertly) unrolled store-bought pie crusts onto a pie plate. But I had never ever baked a pie completely and totally from scratch.
Until Sunday, that is. (more…)
In the past 5 days I have:
seen Harry Potter. Twice.
cried over Harry Potter. At least twice. (If you do your math correctly, you’ll realize this means I cried at some point while not watching the movie. It’s over. It’s sad, ok? Don’t make fun. Rude.) (more…)