this isn't a sister wives kinda post. although i'm gonna let some of my innate cheesiness shine and say that it is about sisterhood in a way. i spent this past weekend in lexington, virginia, where i went to college, with seven of my girlfriends. (read: sorority sisters. yup! that kind of sister.) these girls - i guess, women now(?) - have known me since the days when i thought my food tastes peaked with sophistication when i started ordering the cavatelli during monday pasta night at frank's, the local pizzeria. as my friend amanda asked this weekend, "when did you become a foodie?!" answer: when i left lexington, virginia, and moved to new york, new york.
over the last thirteen years, we have started/progressed/transitioned/restarted our careers, met new best friends and got married to them in some cases, started families with those new best friends, and shifted a bit uncomfortably as we became the adults with our own parents. through it all, we've moved in with and sometimes far away from each other, grown closer, apart and then close again, but always been able to come back together to our college memories and the comfort that comes with being with friends who have known you since the days when j. crew cableknit and clogs made you cool.
this past weekend was more of that: simply drinking, eating, talking, laughing and being together, albeit a slightly more mature version. we all arrived in lex from all over the east coast late friday evening, so our meal had to be simple (read: impossible to screw up even after copious amounts of vino). and of course, it needed to pay homage to our college days. when we all lived in the sorority house together our junior year, our go-to come-home-drunk meal was quesadillas. but before that booze-fueled, double-whammy of a gluttonous habit, we were all helpless to our local domino's which was, as my friend val put it, the only domino's in the world that actually tasted good. kid you not, my friend sarah (lovingly known otherwise as f*cko) and i each gained fifteen lbs ("libs" as we not-so-lovingly called them in college) over six weeks during spring term our freshman year, thanks to our unhealthy addiction to that domino's.
so for our meat cute meal, we made homemade pizzas. these days, homemade pizza is incredibly easy to do since you can buy pre-made dough. (even easier still to make in the beautiful kitchen of my friend gray's parents, which had not one but two convection ovens!). even though frozen or delivery pizza may feel more indulgent in laziness, homemade convinces almost anyone you can actually cook (it worked for me on my friends!). while my friend kat rolled out the pizza dough, i assembled the pizza "flavors". two in particular came out quite tasty - a "white" pizza of truffle oil, sea salt, fontina and caramelized onions; and a spicy spinach sausage pizza made with red sauce, chorizo sausage, mozzarella and shredded spinach. because there were seven hungry, wine-fueled girls waiting for these pizzas, i didn't have a chance to snap any pics before the slices all disappeared. but it was well worth it when, after dinner, i pulled out my iphone notepad (i love technology) and each vino-fueled and pizza-filled girl recounted the story of how she had met her husband.
i wish that i lived closer to these girlfriends so we could do this more often. although i suspect some of those lovely college "libs" would find their way back to me if that was the case. regardless, i'm excited to tell you the stories of how my best friends met their lifelong best friends in upcoming posts...
the sorority "srat" house where we all lived junior year.
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