A New Level of Lemonicity

My plan was to avoid campus this week. Which was going fine, until I remembered I had to help set up the GSPA photo students on Monday. And then I had to go in to get something out of my cage for another faculty member ...

But that's not what I'm going to write about. When I returned home for lunch on Monday, my wife's newest bestest friend was here, delivering ... lemon bars. 

And not just any lemon bars, but vegan lemon bars. I was concerned, for a moment, but it all passed with just once sniff.

There was obviously a high level of lemon in these bars, though I have to admit the top level looked more gelatinous than any other lemon bar I'd seen of late. (Surprising, really, since there would be no gelatin in a vegan lemon bar.)

The taste was heavenly. A citric assault on the senses. The crust was crusty, a crunchy under-layer of support rarely experienced. 

I ate two. If we are blessed with them again, I will not share.

New Menu!

As expected, the Faculty Center has changed their menu. And the first report says it is more than palatable. 

Handed out the course evaluations to my students and told them I'd be back in 30 minutes. Dashed across the street to find two other regulars staring at the menu board. I snuck by them, grabbed a tray and sidled up to the stainless. I ordered a sausage and peppers over rice dish, grabbed a little cherry cobbler and hit the checkout line.

One advantage to new menus and new people - she couldn't find the button for my meal, so she rang it up as two side dishes and I saved about a buck. (Which I would normally point out, but remember the help had issues making the right breakfast sandwich a few weeks ago and then overcharging, so I figured it balanced that out nicely.)

Sausage had just a little spice to it, the peppers were just about perfectly soggy. Rice was rice, hard to screw up unless you're being sabotaged on Top Chef or something. 

Sat with Willett, who allegedly retired last semester but is teaching a Maymester course, as well as a class for the art school in the fall on the history of graphic design. (I suggested that would be easy - first there were pencils, then there were Macs. He said he'd enroll me in the class as I needed some help in the area ...) I suspect his "retirement" was just a ploy to get some free cake.

He is a smart man.

She Did It!

Regular commenter Sweetser actually ate at the Faculty Center. With no permanent, debilitating effects ...

Multimedia at the Faculty Center

Well, our plan didn't go off exactly right, but we did manage to live-Twitter parts of the discussion. Still working out the kinks in the system ...

On the walk a back, we recommended Hume chair the curriculum review committee and/or
the search committee that will hire someone to chair the curriculum review committee. Johnson suggested, Hollander concurred, that applications should only be accepted via Twitter, thereby enforcing brevity via its 140 character limit.

Did the turkey club to be different, tomato was a little scary but the turkey was good.

No, I Don't Want to Eat Elsewhere ...

... but I was wondering if the LaFonda Dogs are still being sold up on Jackson Street. I need to shoot a quickie human interest piece, figured that might work.

Lunch with Hollander mostly (who, in Russell's absence, reminded me I am not tenured), Fink was there, briefly, with one of our visiting professionals. Talk ran to tornadoes and Mythbusters, of course.

Turkey with dressing (which was, as far as I could tell, a liquefied piece of corn bread) and carrots. Should have gone with the Country Fried Steak.

Well, that was a cheery conversation ...

Lunch with Hollander and Fink. After a weekend of eating poorly, I ordered up the country fried steak, mashed potatoes and green beans. A nice melding of flavors. Meaning each kind of tasted like the other ...

Then we talked about dying newspapers. How the AP is coming back to the way it was years ago. And how newspapers were dying.

Maybe we looped back to that last thing two or twelve times ...