For the love of Ephs

J and I both went to Williams College.  Don’t worry if you haven’t ever heard of it; it’s super small and sits in the corner of Massachusetts, just a short jog to both Vermont and New York.

If you have heard of it, chances are you’ve read it atop some sort of list or ranking, about how great the school is or some article about how strange our mascot is. (It’s a purple cow.) However, recently, it seems that we’ve gotten some new press and a new #1 ranking: Best College to Find a Husband.

Ok, first, 50% of alumni marrying another Eph is really high. Back when I worked as a tour guide on campus, I got in trouble once for saying a number verging on 40%. (On the weekends, I noticed that there was always some wedding preparations going on at the chapel, so this didn’t seem to be incorrect.) Now that I’m a much older and wiser alumni, I’ve realized that using my friends as a non-exact sampling, the number is closer to probably 10 or 20%. Don’t you think that the Alumni council would have more exact information on this? And what about Alumni divorces? Do those count?

At any rate, the article is strange. Most of the colleges on the list are crazy difficult to get in to, so it doesn’t seem to make sense that a potential college student would find it useful in any way. If it’s just to say, yeah, lots of us marry each other, it’s true. But, I don’t know how different Williams is from any other college or university.

But, I did find my terrific husband. Hard to believe how our one-year anniversary is only six weeks away.


Dear Groupon,

I’ve been a big fan of yours when I lived in Chicago. I got to go skydiving through one of your offers, and I discovered great restaurants that I wouldn’t have otherwise known about.  Since moving to Geneva, I thought I’d have to find another discount group to get daily mails from, the Europeans being less a bargain-hunting sort.

So imagine my surprise when I saw this on my facebook pageNo, it’s not surprise that groupon has made it’s way to Switzerland, no.

It’s that we have searched high and low for bubble tea in Geneva and have not been able to find this delicious drink anywhere. And here, Groupon suggests that no only does it exist, but that I could potentially get 70% off of it.


I shouldn’t be surprised because this happens every summer, but our days have been jam packed.

Both J and I are working a lot during the week, and on the weekends, we’re out exploring! In recent weekends, we’ve gone chocolate and cheese tasting in Gruyere and to a wine festival in Colmar, France. This next weekend is the GIANT fireworks in Geneva for La Fete de Geneve, and then in two weeks, we’re off to London and Manchester (hopefully recovered from the riots.)

I’m going to have to see what the best way to incorporate pictures into these blog posts will be. It’s getting to be somewhat complicated to upload pictures to facebook/picasa/flickr/AND the blog. There’s got to be some better integration way here, right?

So, you may have been wondering where I’ve been and why the blog’s been silent. I suppose I sort of microblogged on facebook for the past few weeks, and there’s some pictures there of our recent adventures. Maybe there’s a few factors reasons why I’m returning to the blog.

  1. Microblogging wasn’t cutting it anymore, especially with the addition now of Google +, which in my opinion, reads like an unfinished equation. (Google plus what?) So, do I post do both FB and Google+….?
  2. Life continues to be interesting, and I don’t prefer to post that frequently to FB.
  3. I started to tell the same stories to people over and over again.
  4. I missed writing
  5. People seemed to miss me. (You missed me, right?)

So, we’re back. We may need to recap some things as we go forward, but we’ll get all caught up sooner or later. Here’s a story from a few weeks ago:

Seeing a movie in Geneva is a Big Deal. While it’s extremely pricey to see new releases (20chf), there is a comfort to the theater. Smell of popcorn, theater seating–you can pretend for a few short hours that you’re back in the States watching a movie (with French and German subtitles). Side note: We saw X-Men in June and, if you haven’t seen it, the movie is sometimes in German and also Russian which led to times when the translations flipped or added another row. Sort of mind bending.)

Anyways, having been a recent bride and Kristin Wiig fanatic, I was WAY pumped for the movie Bridesmaids to come out in May. However, strange international laws prevented this movie from being released here until July. I was crushed, and excited posts and tweets by friends on how amazing Bridesmaids was just made me more upset. Frustrated with this arbitrary reasoning, I swore off any movies in Geneva …until Harry Potter DHpt2 was set to be released it’s opening weekend. And in 3-D! Miracle!

Friends of hours had gotten tickets for the opening day, and said that it was great. So, I logged on and purchased tickets for the same time slot and posted on FB that we were going to get to share in the excitement that was Harry Potter Weekend.

One astute friend asked “Are you seeing it in French?” I certainly hoped not although I did go back to the website to check. Anything about dubbed? I reasoned that if people went to see the exact same time the previous day, we’d probably be fine.

Fast forward to J and I being in the dark theater. Having bought tickets online, we bypassed the queue and never interacted with anyone who I could confirm that the movie was indeed in English.

And when the movie started, Luna opened her mouth and said something in French.

Uh oh.

J glanced over at me with raised eyebrows.

We both looked back at the screen. No subtitles. I had somehow gotten us into a dubbed version of the movie.

I spent the first ten minutes debating what to do. If we left now, could we get into another showing? Was it worth to ask? Was J understanding the dialogue? While I fretted, the movie continued and realized that the french word for “wand” is “baguette.” In the opening scene, Harry is talking to Mr. Ollivander. I leaned over to J, “I thought Ollivander had a wand shop, not a bakery.”

He grinned at my joke, and we stuck it out.

No chicken soup

J came home with a sore throat yesterday. Unfortunately, it was after the grocery store closes that he alerted me to the fact that no, he did not wish to eat the pork that had been marinating all day a la Julia Child’s recipe, and wanted, well, soup.

So, I ran across the street to a smaller market called PAM that’s open until 8. (Think 7-11, but without the gas station. Or slurpees. And instead of refrigerated beverages are shelves of wine and liquor.) I figured that they’d have to have some canned chicken soup on their shelves, and that would do for dinner.

The store isn’t that large, and I found pasta, rice, tea, no less than 20 different kinds of cheese…but no canned soup.

In fact, the only soup I did find were some instant packet soups with weird flavors like “Indian” and “Basil” and “Chickpea”. As far as the add-water variety goes, I wasn’t sure that’s where I wanted to go, and it definitely wasn’t chicken. I did find two Knox varieties of soup-in-a-box, a little smaller than the stock boxes you can buy in the store. My options: Pumpkin/squash or vegetable.

I settled for the vegetable and also got a packet of chicken ramen. Combined, we’d have something close to chicken noodle soup. Right?

In the end, we ate both separately, and neither was really that great. I decided to continue the search this morning at MIGROS, my larger grocery store on the corner. Surely they, a real grocery store, would have canned chicken soup.

But again, there was no canned soup. There was a much larger selection of bouillon and instant soups than at PAM, but no soup.

This is interesting and troubling to me. Either Swiss people are just fabulous at making soup that no one would dare buy a pre-made soup. Or maybe they have something against soup, which can’t be true as there is some soup holiday here in December. I’m not sure what it means, but I did know that it meant I was making my own soup.

So, with the help of Joy of Cooking and my helpful husband, I’m happy to report that I successfully dismembered a whole chicken and it’s parts are simmering on my stove.