Holy Moly, where did the week go?
If I had to title this past dinner I would call it “Happy Birthday Mollie, Take 2,” as she was in a much better mood this week. Actually, it should have been Russel’s birthday dinner, but he wasn’t there so…
There were two types of fish, baked cod, and baked salmon. There was a mustard cream sauce that was deemed to compliment both. We also had oven fried potatoes with the skins on, bread and I honestly can’t remember what the veggie was!
We had 11 adults, 1 tweenager, and three toddlers. We arrived a little early since my husband gets home much earlier from his new job, and we are trying to get new flooring put into our house, and needed Dad’s table saw. So as people were filing in, he was busily cutting floorboards in the basement.
Since my oldest has been busy after school trying to get her horse (and herself) in shape for show season, she was busily doing homework as people arrived.
This left the three little cousins rampaging around the living room. The smallest two taking turns screaming and crying as Grandma unfairly would pick one up and not the other, or one found a pretzel on the floor… the competition is intense between those two! Meanwhile, my middle girl and the puppy, who are soul mates were tearing back and forth and wrestling like the feral critters they can be.
We talked about how hard it is to find people that want to work in dependent care, both daycare type and older children and dependent adults. Even scarier some of those working in the system that are neglectful at best and dangerous at worst.
We talked about composting, and the fate of the worms from last year. They were set free to discover the wide backyard since they weren’t doing well in their in-house home. We discussed some conventional methods and some that were a little different. Like an old family friend (who grew THE BEST raspberries) and composted simply by putting all his scraps into a paper bag and burying it in the garden. Then, of course, we have to mention the large manure compost piles that a prone to catching on fire.
The not so great rose wine could possibly make a decent soap as it really wasn’t worth drinking.
In an attempt to fight Michigans third or fourth winter this year (I am not sure which one we are on) mom made an Angel Food Cake with fresh berries and peaches soaked in blackcurrant syrup.
And then, my littlest had her moment. Standing on a chair as everyone finished their dessert, she started clapping. And soon a few people started clapping with her. Then EVERYONE was clapping along Simon-Says style with her. Then it evolved to touching her nose or cheeks as everyone mimicked her. That little girl held her audience captive for at least 10 minutes! Once she was assured her cult following was solid she went on to other business, such as dethroning her older sister who so often declares her self Queen.
Coffee soap was requested, and mentions of a possible new cow were quietly mentioned.
We had to usher off our kiddos to bed, but the party continued after we left, there was still a little wine left over after all!