When we moved to Boston in August we spent nights watching Netflix and singing remixed songs to our pets (i.e. the chart-topping hit “Teddy Boy” sung to the tune of “Danny Boy”). Don’t get me wrong – these evenings had their own special appeal – but I started to go a little nuts. I wished so hard for a way to fast-forward the friend making process, but how do you make friends as a working adult?
No really. Do you have any advice? Besides the obvious don’t tell them about the remixed pet songs??
My mom’s answer for finding a girlfriend/boyfriend and finding friends is the same – go to church. To mom’s credit, the two searches do have a lot in common. Read and I chatted with a friendly dog-owner in the park this fall who just moved from Cali, and when it came time to leave both sides awkwardly hesitated. “Um, so…if you ever want to walk dogs together…I mean…do you maybe want to trade numbers?”
Slowly but surely we’ve been been able to swap out nights at home with social activities. Drinks after work with coworkers. Watching the Rose Bowl with the neighbors. This past Friday Read pointed out with pride that we had something scheduled for each weekend night. Don’t laugh at us…we were genuinely proud. Friday was a burlesque show in Back Bay (his classmate was the fully-clothed singing act at intermission), tonight is watching the Oscars with neighbors, and last night we cooked dinner at my coworker’s apartment. The theme was Moroccan-(ish) and Misty and I combed food blogs last week to develop the menu:
I fell in love with the cheesecake recipe before reading all of the directions and realizing that I was committing to an extra step: DIY candied ginger and ginger syrup. It took a while to cook the syrup down so we were late to dinner, but the final product made up for it. A little sweet, a little zing, and just the right marriage of ginger and lemon. We didn’t have a mini muffin tin so we used a 9″ springform pan and the cheesecake was thin like a tart. I ate a leftover slice for breakfast this morning and then scrubbed the stovetop free of hardened sugar syrup.
The best part was that there was enough leftover ginger and syrup for two pint jars. How pretty is that?