Even though this Villa I Tatti fellowship is a really big deal, Seth really hasn't had the pleasure of being able to get excited and bask in its glory. We still need to hear what will be happening to the music department at Uni this next year before he can accept or decline the position. Oh politics...
This past week I had a meeting at Framingham State University with an academic adviser to discuss their Coordinated Program in Dietetics (CPD). This would be a few years of course work followed by a year of internships, which would make me eligible to take the exam to become a Registered Dietitian (RD). The only university in Massachusetts that offers the CDP is FSU, which, thank goodness, is only a 30min drive away, and is a public school--this means I wouldn't have to move, and I wouldn't have to doll out $35,000 per year to study. Unfortunately, FSU isn't exactly a top tier university, though all schools that offer the CPD are regulated and certified by the American Dietetics Association, so theoretically it is the same education where ever you go. When it comes down to it, luckily, FSU's pass rate for the RD exam of 83%, which is higher than the national average. The hardest part will be, I think, having to take so many courses. Even as a bio major/chem minor, I only fulfilled a handful of prerequisite classes, and the courses I will have to take are those that I avoided as an undergraduate, like microbiology and biochemistry... I really hate chemistry... I really hope this is something I really want to do!
Yesterday Seth spent the day at school--Brandeis hosted the annual New England American Musicological Society conference--so I had a rare afternoon to myself. In fact, I think it was the first weekend afternoon I had at home and to myself since we moved here--usually we spend Saturdays and Sundays working at the public library, unless we have some plans with Chrissy or Mark. So, after going to the gym, grocery shopping, and yoga, I spent the rest of the day at home, working on a long overdue project: I baked a pumpkin pie, from a FRESH PUMPKIN. Not terribly fresh, however--this was actually the small sugar pumpkin we picked with Mark and Gina back in October (aka Lorenzo's pumpkin). I decided we really ought to do something with it when we noticed one of the two big pumpkins we picked had started to rot. Besides, it is February... we picked it in October... it was time.
I cooked it down, scooped out the flesh, and pureed it. Thankfully it made exactly two pie's worth of glop (4 cups), so I was able to freeze half of it for later. I roasted the seeds and also made my own crust. Neither Seth nor I are big fans of crust, but I figured I would take the opportunity to go all out and practice making a nice, flaky one. It is a good thing it was a practice run because it turned out a little tough. I didn't over-work the dough so I think it was because I used butter instead of shortening; butter has a higher moisture content. (After working on Dr. Hayes's 30 page review paper on interesterefied fats I am a bit turned off of using Crisco). Regardless, the pie turned out very nice. However, since I really can't tell the difference between using the fresh pumpkin and canned, I will probably save myself the trouble in the future and go back to using canned. At least now I know how to do it in case the need ever arises!

Lorenzo's pumpkin (before)

Lorenzo's pumpkin pie (after)

For dinner I also made Brunswick Stew (actually, the slow cooker made the stew) and cornbread. I even threw in some meat! I figured one shredded chicken breast would be a fair compromise, considering the recipe I used called for five pounds of meat from three different animals.