Yes, KRO spent five good days out here on the West Side (as in the far
Freshman year, KRO and I lived across the hall from each other on the eighth floor of Thurston. We saw each other in the hallways, but had never spoken for the first few weeks of school. KRO has told me, in the confidence of a long, safe friendship, that when she saw me around the dorm in the early part of freshman year, she thought I was “stuck-up.” But, one rainy day I walked alone to class, umbrella-less, while my hair, jeans, sweatshirt, papers, super-awesome Banana Republic bag—everything—dampened into shapeless masses of cold. KRO, walking the same direction on the other side of the street, crossed and caught up with me. KRO’s first words to me were: Do you want to share my umbrella?
ECG’s Fantastically Fabulous Fondue and Homemade Bread. ECG, my partner in culinary crime—and just about everything else—made this course.
For KRO’s birthday sophomore year, I planned a surprise party. We lived in a little room in Virginia Hall, spacious compared to our freshman dorm, and happily housing a kitchen, but compared to our current living spaces, infinitesimally small. It is hard to plan a surprise party in such small quarters. There is no place to hide where one’s roommate can’t hear one on the phone. And, gifts? Impossible to keep as a surprise; however, that didn’t matter because I was pretty sure that KRO knew what I had bought for her. For months, KRO had been talking about the pleasures of real cotton sheets, sheets with a high enough thread count to feel like suede after a few washings, sheets so soft that ironing them would be a shame. With this much talk of sheets, how could I not assume that sheets were exactly what she wanted for her birthday? I thought she was dropping hints so loudly that even the animals in the zoo up Rock Creek could hear her. But that night, when she opened the present wrapped in comics from me, her face broke into shock, albeit cheerful shock. Seriously, what college student buys another college student sheets for her birthday?
Baby Spinach Salad with Chili-Garlic Nicoise, Shaved Parmesan, and a Meyer Lemon Vinaigrette
KRO’s home, the Eastern Shore of Maryland, is a flat, mostly rural stretch of ancient green-ness. It’s humid, isolated, and feels old in a way that can only be described as mystical. Her family, large, complicated, and Irish-Catholic, had lived there for many generations, so it made visiting the
Milk-Braised Pork Roast with Fennel Seed, Garlic, and Sage
We moved to an old rowhouse on
Roasted Beets, Carrots, and Red Onion
The kitchen on
Mango Ice Cream on Almond Pound Cake