Summer begins with SweetTarts
Here is a photo history of the last few fun days.
This is a strawberry-banana crepe my sister and I shared at a coffee house (very good).
My brother, long since recovered and now practicing to be in the NBA (well, it's either that or soccer).
Of course, impossible though it may be to believe, I cannot watch him all day, and in those other moments, I found my calling.
I will open a shop named The SweetTart Factory.
(No, Nancy, I have not forgotten our plans to open a tea and chocolate shop – this shop will raise our start-up money.)
The bottom mixed berry tart was for my mother’s work, where they were holding a dessert contest. It was too healthy to stand up against banana split cake and the decadent chocolate caramel truffles – I admit, I would have voted for the truffles myself! (Not that I had any, but the name speaks for itself.)
I started making tarts ever since everyone complained about the calorie content of the cookies I make. If I make them, they’re too tempting waiting in the kitchen, calling out to my father, siren cookies that his will is not strong enough to resist. Flattering yes, but I do worry about the state of his arteries. According to the doctor he needs more fiber, so the crust is a like a granola, lots of oats. Does he appreciate it? No, he goes and gets ice cream to have a tart á la mode. Oh well.
Classes at UTEP start next week on June 9th. I honestly am not that scared about it, I mean, after Trinity, I think I can handle this. It is a large class though (140 people) and the professor just sent an email telling us which textbook we are going to use. It was almost funny reading the e-mail, admonishing the students to be there and be on time and be sure to read, promising duress at 20 pages a night…And I’m thinking, I just read a 400 page book today and I have to read at least that many pages a night when I am at Trinity, what duress? But then, I don’t have a job and other people might, so who am I to judge?
I was considering getting a job, but my sister wants to get a job and my brother, fractious soul that he is, needs to be watched and entertained during the summer. Thus, no job for Bianca, save what the aforementioned titles student/housewife/tart-maker entail.
Exciting News for Nancy (more reasons to eat M&Ms):
"Estimated amount of glucose used by an adult human brain each day, expressed in M&Ms: 250."
Harper's Index, October 1989
