North Carolina — The Fun Police
Jul 5, 2015 · 2 minute readfireworks
America (or at least parts of it): where you can go out and buy a gun for concealed carry, but heaven forbid that you buy a firework that shoots into the sky. At least in North Carolina, anyhow; across the border in South Carolina, they’re happy to essentially sell you small ordinance for you to fire off in your back garden.
And then on July 4th, Durham erupts in illegal fireworks. It’s an odd system.
A week of two halves, then: the first four days full of 12-hours days and misery, and the back three days finally relaxing, not staring at a computer screen, and not being woken up at 4am by a spider cricket crawling up my pyjama leg. You can probably guess which part of the week I enjoyed more.
And I made things! Sorbets, vegan meringues, caramelized soy milk pudding (yes, I know, but believe me, it tastes about 500x better than it sounds, and I’m thinking about using the caramelized soy milk to make a vegan ganache in the near future), deep-fried cheese, and soy nuggets slathered in ssamjang.
Everything should be covered in ssamjang.
(This stems from finally getting to go to Kokyu’s sandwich shop this Friday. The ssamwich is essential and you should beat a path there for weekday lunch sometime)
During a whirlwind visit to Durham, Tammy followed through on her determination to dazzle paint yet another piece of my furniture, so I now have a wonderful dazzle table sitting on my porch. I will not stop until the entire house clashes with itself. Wait until you see the rugs I’m looking at muahahahahahaha.
Still no news on the foot. Maybe this week…