Over dinner tonight my sister and I discussed whether or not we’d be comfortable serving puttanesca to the Pope. She says she just wouldn’t feel right serving him anchovies. His loss I say, it was delicious.
And while I lie here fiddling around on the computer she’s making homemade toaster pastries from this book. Yay breakfast! Who am I kidding? Yay midnight snack!
So all this is to say that because my sister does the cooking fabulously well AND does dishes and because we are on a homeschool half schedule – which just means that we never did finish our math curricula and are using the summer to get them done – I have had time to do a few things around here.
This is how I know my kids are getting older: after years of only being able to tolerate neutrals because anything else seemed too busy and I needed a place to rest my eyes, I am finally enjoying color again. I was a little nervous so after I narrowed down my choices with the paint “chips” I bought two quarts and made big squarish swatches on the wall. To my surprise the darker color won. It just looked nicer with the white woodwork. Kind of a big decision. Anyone who says, “If you don’t like it, just paint over it” has never painted an old house with miles of window frames and door frames and baseboards to cut in around and probably has never had to deal with patching plaster walls. I work slow, too – just a careful hour or two here and there. The dining room has been off limits for about a week now and will be for probably a week longer. My family has been very patient with me.
I’ve also been eating a lot of strawberries from our accidentally huge strawberry patch. Last year I ordered 25 strawberry plants. I thought. But um, they were actually bare root strawberry plants packaged in lots of 10. Wait. Maybe I ordered 10 strawberry plants that turned out to be packaged in lots of 25. Anyway, you get the idea. I wound up with 25o strawberry plants. I just shoved them all in the ground kind of haphazardly and hoped for the best. This year we weeded, strawed, and netted. And surprisingly – we got strawberries. And let me tell you – a fresh, ripe strawberry warm and right out of your own dirt is something luxurious. I sat in the sun in my camp chair with one leg thrown over the arm just savoring that first juicy jewel. A queen should have it so good.
And finally, today was the first time I ever intentionally killed anything other than a bug. My husband and I did two of our eight meat birds. We followed these directions pretty closely. I have to say the killing part was the easiest for me because I was able to practice it in my mind – I could see how it should be done. The gutting not so much. It was a little messy but not as bad as it could have been. I did nick the crop and had to clean that up, and I did cut myself twice, but other than that no problems. It took about an hour for the two of us to do two birds, which I guess is alright for first timers. We’ll do two or four more tomorrow after church.
So that’s What I’m Doing on My Summer Vacation. You?