3 week Hiatus

This past week is the first time the contessa’s were able to meet in quite sometime. We would like to apologize to our readers for taking such a long break from recreational eating. Do not fret the Blacksburg Contessa is back.

First week of no blogging:

Katherine and I went to Cabot fish taco. While Olga had to stay home and finish her letter of intent for Teach for America. Since that letter of intent, she has had a phone interview and visited TFA class rooms. Her daylong interview is scheduled for February. With her native Spanish speaking skills and her genuine love for helping others I am certain she is the best thing TFA has going for them this year.
It was hardcore raining out for this lunch endeavor. Which might explain our somber mealtime conversation. We decided to chat about where we were when we found out about the terrorist attacks of September 11th. Which led to us talking about other times we had been afraid. As if conversation wasn’t enough of a buzz kill we were disappointed with Cabot’s lunch spread. The menu was no different than what they offer for dinner. There were no specials and we were basically the only people in the dimly lit restaurant. Cabot is great for dinner not so much for lunch.

Second Week of no blogging:

This week the contessa’s did not meet because I had three 8-10 page papers due. I averaged about four hours of sleep a night. Thursday at 9:30 am was when I turned in my last paper. To celebrate our week of torture I picked up Olga on campus. While listening to John Mayer’s new album we decided to revisit Hokaido Buffet. At the Buffet we were seated in the Asian only room. Most likely because they were pleased with the Contessa seal of approval we gave them the weeks prior. Olga and I proceeded to feast on all things mysterious and Asian.
On Friday Katherine and I visited Gillie’s for Lunch. We both ordered focaccia pizzas and planned out the rest of the semester’s Contessa outings. We decided for the last couple of weeks we wanted to have guest appearances. We thought it would be funny if our blog invited The Tour de Blacksburg to lunch while he was on tour. We giggled over the thought of our blogs blogging about each other.

Third week of no blogging:

This may come as a surprise but the contessas parted ways for Thanksgiving break. Olga went to Franklin County to celebrate with the Reed's, Katherine went to Atlanta to dine with the Bruder's, and I ventured to Richmond to mingle with the Donohue’s.
Dinner with the Donohue’s was entertaining as always. This seems to be fairly common in family circles but the same three stories are told every year at dinner. The first story is about the time my 24-year-old cousin was attacked by “Monster Ponies”. As usual he neglect to mention that he was inebriated during the said attacks and proceeds to be irritated that we call the beastly horses that crushed his cooler and tent Ponies. This story always leads into my dad talking about the “Great Beaver” and how the beaver built the floodwall. Everything about this story gets more exaggerated every year. We then start talking about Christmas presents and how we need to steal Uncle Jim’s keys so that we can take a couple cds out of his trunk to give him for Christmas. Uncle Jim keeps American flags, bullets, and easily a hundred CDs in his trunk he has yet to realize his son’s steal his presents every year.
The food was excellent even though I had to enjoy it from a bread plate. But my favorite part was when the family discovered that my eldest cousin had soaked the turkey wings in hot sauce and proceeded to eat them like hot wings dipping them in ranch. During post dessert coffee that same cousin tried to persuade me to put an oven mitt on my foot. All the other cousins joined in. I nearly gave into the peer pressure but I am glad I maintained my dignity.