I have been staying these last two weeks with Margareta, my brother in law's father's widow, and we have become good friends. And I have eaten some of the most wonderful meals. Margareta has a way of cooking that extends over time. She has a repertoire of lovely and healthy recipes on which she riffs and improvises as her mood and opportunity move her. New ingredients and leftovers cascade and merge through the week, with yesterday's main course cooking juices becoming today's sauces, and today's veggies becoming tomorrows soups. I am spoiled. I asked for a list of spices that I might experiment with; cumin, turmeric, and coriander, which three she said I could mix, but to be sparing with turmeric. And marjoram, basil, thyme, and oregano, any or all with lime or ginger.
Tomorrow, I'll head for Charlotte, where there is, among other attractions, an IKEA...
But I realize that I've spent almost two weeks in Durham and I never set foot in Chapel hill. That's possibly because the locals here seem to regard it with some contempt. Nevertheless, if only to avoid the scorn of architect fiends who revere Chapel Hill as a great college town in which to live, if time allows I'll try to take a peek at it before I leave Durham. Then its on to Charlotte, then Columbia, Savannah, and Tallahassee, where I'll start my westward meander along the Gulf.
There is always Holiday Inn :-)
I used to live in New York City. I designed homes for the tycoons of Wall Street; Park Avenue, Scarsdale, Greenwich. It was great fun. And, after years of saving up for a down payment, I was just about to buy my own little place in Fleetwood, half an hour north of the city, when the economy fell apart. Architects are like canaries in a coal mine when the economy slows, and true to form, there were massive layoffs in firms all over the country. Devastation of the profession. So, I decided to try to find something else to do for a while. I bought a 23' school bus and I'm on the road to see if I can figure out what that might be.