Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family Household. It's been a week of making (making beds, making plans, making pies, etc).
Early in the week, we made N-son's bed. As in, we took the mattress off his bed here in my home, took the frame apart, carried everything a block-and-a-half to his new apartment, and put everything back together.
Socket wrenches are a truly awesome invention, I tell you. I feel like I ought to take things apart and put them back together more often, just so I can play with socket wrenches. (They're easy enough to use that, on the previous move, it was my four-year-old granddaughter A-child who helped me take the bed apart, but even apart from easiness of use, they make a highly satisfying clicking noise and are just generally fun.)
At any rate, after we made N-son's bed, we made his bed (in the usual sense), and declared all was good. He's moving in well; the gas is on, and he can cook. In fact, he's made a couple of meals for his girlfriend, who praises his cooking. I'm a truly proud mom.
So the highlight of the week, once the thrill of socket wrenches finally wore off, was our family Valentines' Dinner -- held a week early, because of upcoming travels of two of the men in my life. I made new napkins, and set the table with these napkins on the plates. We had heart-shaped bowls of applesauce and beets.
N-son and I cut pepperoni into hearts, and used them to decorate a heart-shaped pizza.
And if you noticed little red boxes on the table in the picture above, you have good eyes! I made those boxes, using an origami fold, out of old calculus workbooks. I filled them with heart-shaped marzipan that I didn't use at Christmas, and so I shaped these and froze them for Valentine's day. Yummmmmm.
There was also a heart-shaped pie or two: cherry-applesauce-rhubarb, to be specific, alternatively titled a "What's in the basement?" pie. I love putting stuff together like this, rummaging through my canning jar shelves and convincing different jars to make friends with one another. If I could have figured out how to use a socket wrench in the recipe, I'd have done it.
The next morning, we followed up with a hearty breakfast of waffles with "Valentines syrup". The syrup contained hints of rhubarb, apples, and cherry . . . go figure.
And that's the news from our family, which continues to be wealthy in our adventures. May you and yours be similarly prosperous.
Early in the week, we made N-son's bed. As in, we took the mattress off his bed here in my home, took the frame apart, carried everything a block-and-a-half to his new apartment, and put everything back together.
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| The bed frame, reconstructed |
At any rate, after we made N-son's bed, we made his bed (in the usual sense), and declared all was good. He's moving in well; the gas is on, and he can cook. In fact, he's made a couple of meals for his girlfriend, who praises his cooking. I'm a truly proud mom.
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| N-son's bed with mattress and sheets. |
My husband's calendar is a delight to read. It's full of events like "Activist Lunch", "Wiki Salon", "Tuesdays with ToomeAaaaaay", "ESL", "Minyan", and the like. (If there's anything "like" those). He's gotten all sorts of preventative shots in prep for his upcoming travels to* Europe, the Middle East, and Africa.
[*Okay, except that any itinerary he's ever mapped out
changes drastically once his trips get under way,
so who the heck knows where he'll actually head off to
once his plane takes off on Wednesday?]
My own calendar looks a lot less dramatic: grading. candidate interviews. teaching and more grading. Office hours. Did I mention grading?
So the highlight of the week, once the thrill of socket wrenches finally wore off, was our family Valentines' Dinner -- held a week early, because of upcoming travels of two of the men in my life. I made new napkins, and set the table with these napkins on the plates. We had heart-shaped bowls of applesauce and beets.
N-son and I cut pepperoni into hearts, and used them to decorate a heart-shaped pizza.
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| The best aspect of this pizza is that, when you're serving it, you can channel Janis Joplin and belt out, "Take it! Take another little piece of my heart now, baby!" |
There was also a heart-shaped pie or two: cherry-applesauce-rhubarb, to be specific, alternatively titled a "What's in the basement?" pie. I love putting stuff together like this, rummaging through my canning jar shelves and convincing different jars to make friends with one another. If I could have figured out how to use a socket wrench in the recipe, I'd have done it.
The next morning, we followed up with a hearty breakfast of waffles with "Valentines syrup". The syrup contained hints of rhubarb, apples, and cherry . . . go figure.
And that's the news from our family, which continues to be wealthy in our adventures. May you and yours be similarly prosperous.
Thanks, this was fun, especially about the socket wrenches, the basement pie, and making the pepperonis as well as the pizza crust heart shaped.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite tool to use might be the spatula. Which is weird because when we were kids, my brother was the pancake expert (when I flipped them, they landed on the edge of the skillet) and I was the French toast expert (he let it soak too long and couldn't get it out of the batter in one piece). But now I've got the technique down--don't be too careful, just be quick! Also, the metal spatula is good for scraping things up off of things.
How funny! I don't even own a pancake spatula any more because [destructive children reasons]. I use a wooden flat thing, like a spoon but flat. It's fairly good at scraping, but it's not meta . . . Now I feel like I need to go get me a metal spatula.
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