In which there’s new biscuits and love

When I was little we had a well played cassette of Raffi with children’s songs on it. My saintly mother would let us listen to it over and over and over again; a feat I’m sure that would drive a lesser person to infanticide. We played that cassette so much I’m surprised we didn’t wear through the thin, magnetic ribbon. I’m sure the lyrics are etched into my soul. Now, decades later, I had one of those songs in my head as I was making biscuits on this rainy Seattle morning:

Biscuits in the oven gonna watch ’em rise,
Biscuits in the oven gonna watch ’em rise,
Biscuits in the oven gonna watch ’em rise,
Right before my very eyes.

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I felt like I was cheating on my grandmother’s recipe, the one from the back of the White Lily bag. But since you can’t find those extra tall bags here anyway and we had the ingredients on hand, I made cream biscuits from this delicious blog I’ve been reading. They were much lighter than their heavy ingredients implied they might be and went well with last summer’s blackberry jam:

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An update to the Blue Devil Love Post: We were featured on Duke’s Valentine’s Day pop-up site and their Instagram.聽Between this and winning the radio show the other week I’m feeling like I’ve pseudo-mastered the social media world. Just kidding, I still get lost on the twitters.

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In which there’s Blue Devil Love

I got to spend a break today with Jeff on the couch, cheering on Duke men’s basketball against Boston College. As we settled in after our boys (finally) started to pull away in the second half (the first was not conducive to snuggling, the score was way too close. We had to yell), I thought how grateful I was we could appreciate this together. Our boys. Our college. Our Duke.

The lyrics of one of my favorite songs by The Hold Steady, You Can Make Him Like You,聽goes

You don’t have to go to the right kind of schools
Let your boyfriend come from the right kind of schools
You can wear his old sweatshirt
You can cover yourself like a bruise

I think I love this so much because I’m not that girl. Our schools are the same, and they’re pretty much like the right kind of schools. I am so fortunately to not have to be that girl. We’re not sweatshirt people, but I have an old Duke one shoved in the back of the closet somewhere. If Jeff owned one, his would probably look pretty much the same: dark, well-worn navy with large white block lettering.

(Does this sound pretentious? Forgive me if it does – it’s just a tie in to the rest of the post, it’s supposed to add to the story. I don’t mean it to be bragging, it’s just a thought I hold on to like a small talisman in my back pocket for when I don’t feel like I’m having a very smart week: “I was good at life once”. It doesn’t mean anything.)


Today the University send out a request for Blue Devil Love stories and I’ve loved reading the responses. I appreciate a good origin story and so many real life fairy tales started under those Gothic arches. I couldn’t bring myself to submit ours, it seemed too much. I did however send in a picture collage of the five couples from our freshman dorm that ended up getting married (and we now count among us a set of beautiful twin girls and another girl on the way as future Blue Devils):


Clockwise from top left: Mili and Advait, myself and Jeff, Jeff and Meredith, Matt and Megan, and Joe and Felicia

I speak for all of us when I say thank you to the Resident House and Life lottery that put us all together.

First stop - Bassett dorm on Duke's East Campus where Jeff and I met :)

First stop – Bassett dorm on Duke’s East Campus where Jeff and I met 馃檪