Steak Cookies, Texas and Thieves

More on the latter later I hope – as the full story no doubt is in development. Granted, of course, that the car eventually turns up. Come here girl – come home!

This past week was an eventful one for us Fezler's. Last Thursday was my monthly book club meeting. My book club is the best book club on the planet, and yes, I believe we rival even Oprah’s book club. It rotates between the houses of the members with the host providing the wine, and the attendee’s providing an array of potluck type items. I’ll blog more on the book club later, as I hope to include some pictures of the group. But, I did want to include a picture of the steak cookies I made for this event (if you read the book it would make sense – The Dog’s of Babel).

On Friday night we flew out to Houston, TX to visit my high school neighbor Colin and his wife Kerri. It was a surprise for Colin, so Kerri picked us up at the airport and drove us to meet Colin and his friends at a local bar. Shawn Gaide (another Indonesian friend) and his new wife Katie also drove in from Austin for the surprise. We walked into the bar and Colin was extremely surprised and confused to see us all there. I’m not sure if it was us walking in, or his slight level of intoxication, but either way it was a joyful reunion for all. The whole weekend was a blast, just catching up and visiting. We got to stay with Colin and Kerri in their adorable Houston home and meet their dogs Josie and Bella. I think Steve’s a little jealous though – as Colin has a whole room separate from the rest of the house called the Man Cave. A huge 52 inch plasma, comfortable couch and giant tobacco huka reside in the sports decorated lounge.

Tuesday morning I went for a run with Delilah at about 10 in the morning. I got home at 10:30am with enough time to check work email, wrap up some details and jump in the shower. I went to the driveway at 11:30 after a shower and noticed that the car didn’t seem to be there any longer. I think I laughed at first and tried to wrack my brain for where I would have misplaced it. Hmmm, no I think it was there – where it always is. After about 3 seconds I decided I better call the police. So, there is a search for a 1995 Ford Explorer now somewhere between Colorado and the Mexican Border (I kid, I kid) – but seriously the car is missing and now I have to pump up my bike tires since that appears to be my main point of transportation. Wish us luck in finding the car!


Sarah and Colin with matching sunglasses (he stole them from Kerri!)















Health, Shawn, Colin and Steve with an afternoon beer.