Sorority Rush Outfits
Musings of a Retired Sorority Girl
Every year, around this time, the calls and emails start rolling in. It's one of those late summer Southern rituals, like obsessing over the upcoming college football season or finding new recipes for all of those vegetables from the garden. A former colleague's babysitter is going through rush. Or a girl from your aunt's Sunday School class. And she sure would like a letter of recommendation.
More years ago than you'd like to count...
And so, you sit down with a good pen, your favorite monogrammed stationery, and the rec form from your organization's national website. You attempt to convey all the wonderful things you've been told about the young woman -- her involvement in her hometown church, her stellar (or otherwise) academic record, her potential for contribution to the chapter. If you're lucky, you've met the woman and can speak to her character and her demeanor. Other times, you're spinning a yarn that sounds something like "her grandmother is the most gracious lady I've ever met."
Whatever you do, you try not to look at the birth date the young woman has provided on her helpfully enclosed résumé. If you do, it's all over. You start to do the math and realize that she was born after you pledged your own chapter. Suddenly, you find yourself thinking in the clichéd quotations of Shirley MacLane's character from Steel Magnolias. If you're forward-thinking enough to ignore that little string of numbers, you can continue to channel the Julia Roberts character from that film. (Who, by the way, was a Phi Mu as well.)
As you seal up the letter, you think of all the ways that your sorority has impacted your life. The lifetime friendships as well as those fallen long to the wayside. The camaraderie that has arisen when you realize a co-worker or social acquaintance shares your Greek affiliation. The feeling of belonging that was so important to a painfully young first-year student. The lessons about working toward a common goal, even when you're on a team you don't like at the moment. The commitment to charitable causes.
You need this. via Lilly Pulitzer.
As you address the envelope to the chapter lucky enough to make this young woman's acquaintance, you feel a pang of regret. You should be giving more back. Just after graduation, you served punch as an alumna hostess at those rush parties. You then moved up to advisory duties within the chapter. But then, life got in the way. You really should go back to the alumnae dinners, or see if the chapter needs your help in some way. You really did find it incredibly rewarding to help those young women meet their leadership potential.
And so, you reaffirm your own pledge that you made more years ago than you'd like to count. Maybe you'll help, and maybe you won't. But it sure would be nice to pick up some new sorority swag. They make Lilly Pulitzer scarves and Tervis Tumblers now. And who can say no to that?
Double Chocolate Chip Cookies with Maker's Mark and Sea Salt
I love the combination of chocolate and bourbon, and I adore the intense taste of salty-sweet desserts. So, this week, I had a lightbulb moment. Double Chocolate Chip Cookies with Maker's Mark and Sea Salt. I just took a standard double chocolate chip cookie recipe and amped it up with some bourbon and a sprinkling of sea salt. These have a really intense flavor, with a crusty brownie-like exterior and a smooth, chocolate-y middle. They're fantastic for a true chocolate lover, and I've found that the guys in my family love them. My dad, brother, and brother-in-law have all asked that I make another batch soon!
- 1 cup all-purpose flour
- 1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
- 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 8 ounces milk chocolate, 4 ounces coarsely chopped, 4 ounces cut into 1/4-inch chunks (or chocolate chips)
- 1 stick (8 tablespoons) unsalted butter
- 1 1/2 cups sugar
- 2 large eggs
- 1/4 cup Maker's Mark Bourbon Whisky (or your favorite)
- Coarse Sea Salt
- Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Whisk together flour, cocoa powder, baking soda, and salt in a medium bowl; set aside. Melt coarsely chopped chocolate with the butter in a small heatproof bowl set over a pan of simmering water.
- Transfer chocolate mixture to the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment. Add sugar, eggs, and bourbon; mix on medium speed until combined. Reduce speed to low; gradually mix in flour mixture. Fold in chocolate chunks.
- Scoop batter using a 1 1/2-inch ice cream scoop; place 2 inches apart on parchment-lined baking sheets. Sprinkle each cookie lightly with sea salt. Bake until cookies are flat and surfaces begin to crack, about 15 minutes. Transfer on parchment to wire racks. Let cool 5 minutes. Cookies can be stored in an airtight container at room temperature for up to 3 days.
C-A-T-S, USA!!!
| via AP |
It's an awesome feeling to cheer on your home country during the Olympic games. These amazing athletes instill an incomparable sense of patriotism and pride in their fans. Perhaps my connection to Ms. O'Connor is a little tenuous, as is my "his mom is a Phi Mu and so am I!" connection to Michael Phelps. But, I certainly feel a kinship every time Anthony Davis performs one of his famous madman blocks on the international stage. And I'll be cheering extra-loud for Lafayette alumnus Tyson Gay in the track and field events. I'm even putting rivalry aside to root for U of L basketball alumna Angel McCoughtry. Kentucky has a lot of great connections in London this summer. It's great to be part of such a winning team!

























