|Cardamom-apple pancakes with rosewater syrup|
|Pesto bread in foreground, J's boule to the left, gulab at the top, and a green bean dish by a Turkish friend that tastes very much like you'd get it in the South!|
Other than futzing with his bike, this is J's only organized activity. And as much as I complain about having to forcibly eject him from the house to go work sometimes, he really needs something that has nothing to do with work. Both he and Tuna are haggard grad students, so they have that bond as well as friendship. Though they call it a competition, there's nothing like that going on. No stress, no winners, no rules. Just food and good times.
|Gulab jamun- fried dough in syrup, from India|
On a whim Monday, I checked the academic and public libraries for the towns J's applied in, and actually found some openings. They weren't ideal, but I am confident that I can eventually turn a part time job into full-time once I prove myself. Economy be damned!* To show I was being super positive (I'm still making up for my attitude from the past) I sent J an email with the links. His response was that he wasn't feeling very positive about his current applications because no one was responding to his last email. It's the beginning of the semester, so I think it's just people being busy. I hated to hear him sounding sad, and I really didn't mean to exacerbate that with my email. He's one of the most responsible, level-headed people I know, so sometimes it's hard to remember that he's feeling uncertain and scared, too.
*Please don't ruin my delusions.