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Jun. 20th, 2006 11:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mari4212It's very odd, not having Sara around this week. Yesterday during dinner I kept drifting into the kitchen, checking to see how she was doing and if she needed more food, only to be confronted by the empty table. It does, however, make cleaning up from dinner much easier.
In somewhat related news, I'm doing a lot of cooking this week. Sunday it was rather unintentional, but my other sister, Elizabeth, popped in with her boyfriend to start cutting the wood for the shelves she and Mom have been planning. When dinner rolled around, she and I collaborated, making a mushroom chicken dish that each of us had modified for ourselves. It was delicious, and I'm eating the leftovers now. Yesterday morning, I used the blueberries Mom had been given to make a blueberry crisp. It turned out rather well, in my opinion, especially with a scoop of vanilla ice cream over it. And then, when our original plans for dinner fell through because we'd forgotten to bake the bread, I experimented a bit with tuna fish, a white sauce, tomatoes, and some noodles. I think it still needs some tinkering, but Dad went back for third helpings, which I'm taking to be his stamp of approval on the meal.
And now today, I took advantage of the quiet caused by Mom taking the kids out to play somewhere else, and started preparations for the chicken-artichoke rolls we're having for dinner tonight. It's been a while since I've really done a lot of cooking, normally I'm either not involved because Mom knows all of her recipes by heart and doesn't need help, or it's something simple since we're in a hurry.
The other news is that I really am turning into my mom, but I don't really mind. Mom's a wonderful lady, and our personalities were always similar, so I guess it's no suprise. I just find myself doing things because they need to happen and no one else is doing them, or saying things that I've heard Mom say hundreds of times before and it occasionally takes me by suprise. And I've definitely learned how to fake patience from her. Neither one of us is actually that patient, but she's taught me how to bite my tongue and deal politely with things when I'd prefer to scream or say something rather snarky, and I'm grateful for that.
In somewhat related news, I'm doing a lot of cooking this week. Sunday it was rather unintentional, but my other sister, Elizabeth, popped in with her boyfriend to start cutting the wood for the shelves she and Mom have been planning. When dinner rolled around, she and I collaborated, making a mushroom chicken dish that each of us had modified for ourselves. It was delicious, and I'm eating the leftovers now. Yesterday morning, I used the blueberries Mom had been given to make a blueberry crisp. It turned out rather well, in my opinion, especially with a scoop of vanilla ice cream over it. And then, when our original plans for dinner fell through because we'd forgotten to bake the bread, I experimented a bit with tuna fish, a white sauce, tomatoes, and some noodles. I think it still needs some tinkering, but Dad went back for third helpings, which I'm taking to be his stamp of approval on the meal.
And now today, I took advantage of the quiet caused by Mom taking the kids out to play somewhere else, and started preparations for the chicken-artichoke rolls we're having for dinner tonight. It's been a while since I've really done a lot of cooking, normally I'm either not involved because Mom knows all of her recipes by heart and doesn't need help, or it's something simple since we're in a hurry.
The other news is that I really am turning into my mom, but I don't really mind. Mom's a wonderful lady, and our personalities were always similar, so I guess it's no suprise. I just find myself doing things because they need to happen and no one else is doing them, or saying things that I've heard Mom say hundreds of times before and it occasionally takes me by suprise. And I've definitely learned how to fake patience from her. Neither one of us is actually that patient, but she's taught me how to bite my tongue and deal politely with things when I'd prefer to scream or say something rather snarky, and I'm grateful for that.
