This summer I have the good fortune to live with my roommate from our school-year apartment–the troublesome one who forces me to eat cupcakes–the one who spent a semester in France–the one who bakes.
Butler offers more than one option for its study abroad programming. My roommate went with IES, which has programs all over the world. The IES program was not a direct exchange (meaning an international student would not come to Butler when she went to France), which changes the financial aid. The nice thing about Butler, she says, is that there are lot of different programs from which to chose and so a vast array of cities. The downside? “It can be a bit confusing,” she told me.
She makes wonderful things.
She airbrushed the cake underneath this captain for Talk Like a Pirate Day.
The row of three dozen delicious cupcakes on our dining/coffee table. Chocolate, red velvet, and almond caramel.
Cakes someone ordered from her. That wire rack has come in handy after all!
I’ve been baking a bit as well. Last time I mentioned banana bread and cake. Well, I did not take a picture of the banana bread — it’s good, I promise — but I do have one of the snake cake. My baking roommate had leftover homemade frosting from some cupcakes, and I started to swirl the two colors. With a few details, we came up with snakes!
Have a good Fourth of July! I hope you get a cake like this one. Or a custard tart like this. Don’t they look delicious?
It snows at Butler. The maintenance crew puts salt on the sidewalks so students and faculty don’t fall down when moving from building to building in the freezing Indianapolis winter. This is much appreciated, since I like to retain the use of both legs. Dancing is much easier with all limbs fully functional.
In this case, I don't think even salt would help remove the snow.
However, salt gets stuck to shoes. Shoes walk on the kitchen floor. Ergo, the kitchen floor gets coated with salt, and it’s disgusting.
After scrubbing and scrubbing at the kitchen floor on my hands and knees with Magic Eraser, with vinegar, and with soapy water, I hit upon a solution. Put a mat next to the front door and remove wet, salty shoes upon entry! Simple, neh?
My two remaining roommates–the troublesome one having left for Nantes for a semester abroad, leaving us bereft but thankfully free from the horrid, horrid cupcakes she forced us to eat–were kind enough to agree to go along with this plan. I shall inform you of our progress.
The physics smackdown is over. Let the war with salty floors commence.
The Butler ducks don't have to worry about salt in their pond by the bell tower. I took this picture when I was a freshman and liked pretending to be a nature photographer.