Saturday, January 30, 2010

Kansas Day

January 29th is a good day. Though I've always been fond of Kansas Day, I've celebrated it with much more gusto since moving away from the Sunflower State. And I always like to find a good reason to celebrate.

Last year Sterling and I celebrated together by making cookies in her apartment. This year we are roommates and I find that living with a Kansan makes the holiday even better. We had planned to make sugar cookies again on the 28th, but Sterling did not feel well, so it was up to me. I tried to use the Jayhawk cookie cutter, but all the detail in the tool makes it tedious to use successfully. I also tried to cut dough into the shape of Kansas, but some of the cookies looked a little more like Nebraska (blasphemy!) and then the borders expanded into the surrounding states as they baked. I guess it's the thought that counts.

By the end of the night I was reminded about why I should wear an apron when I bake.


Fortunately, the cookies were a big hit around the office and I felt that I had done my part to spread the joy of Kansas to a tiny corner of New York City. After work, SeaTac, Sterling, Baltimore and I ate great burgers, tots and sweet potato fries at the Trailer Park Lounge and Grill in Chelsea. A dessert of Moon Pies followed.


Even though Sterling and I attended rival universities, I find that celebrating our common heritage and homeland only brings more peace and comradery to our little apartment in Brooklyn.


Happy Kansas Day, Everyone!

Ad astra per aspera!


3 comments:

CharliesAngel said...

I remember last year how you brightened the precious little hearts with your Kansas Day presentation!!

Anonymous said...

hi,
i'm a friend of dana w's +
i'm from kansas city. born + bred.
you too? (we've lived in nyc for 13.5
yrs now, but still root for the jayhawks)
:) kari jo

Janelle and Ella said...

Heath and I just moved into a new house a couple of months ago and down the street from us are some Kansas State Alums and they have Kansas State decor in their front yard. I think of you every time I pass their house.