The first weekend of the school year is upon us. Yesterday was the Trask Mountain Assault, an intense, muddy, cross-country meet in rural Yamhill County. Last year, Cyrus ran in the open race, nominally representing Sellwood Middle School, and he planned to do so again this year with two of his friends. But last week, the second day of school, he realized he had a broken thumb and had a MYS Jazz Band audition the same day, so he couldn't run. Cyrus has a splint that he has to wear for about 6 weeks. We've taken to calling him Snap. Today was lazier, we took a hike around Mt. Tabor, (the only volcano within city limits in the U.S.) And got down to dinner - fried chicken, watermelon-tomato-feta salad and a green salad with homemade bleu cheese dressing.
The fried chicken took awhile, allowing plenty of time to make the two salads. The anticipation made it taste even better. We might regret it when the paramedics arrive to administer nitroglycerin, or in the morning when the entire house feels a bit greasy, like the inside of a fast food restaurant. But for tonight it was delicious. As they say in some parts of the world, "If it ain't fried, it ain't cooked."