What a nice difference a day or evening can make. Yesterday afternoon our daughter texted to ask if she and Kevin could bring us dinner and plan to visit. Actually, we would have more than welcomed their visit even without dinner being included. With dinner – wow!
To make the evening more special, Andrea prepared the meal in our home. I first wrote "cooked the meal" in our home, but somehow that didn't seem to give her enough credit. All of her recipes seem complex to me.
She asked if we had a juicer. She wanted a what? Out of the resources of my memory, I remembered that my mother had a green glass juicer (that probably is not the right term) that she pushed half a lemon down and collected the juice. Seeing my daughter do the same thing with the green glass juicer that previously belonged to my mother took me back in time. The trip down memory lane filled my heart with delight.
There were several things Andrea needed from our cabinets, and I was amused when the General told her which cabinet doors to open or which drawers to pull out. I often ask the same questions of the General and get a very different response. She generally tells me; we've lived here over a year. You should already know the answer.
On a different note, we spent part of the evening visiting on the front porch. As darkness enveloped the porch and left us in the dark, the General thought lighting was crucial, but she didn't want to turn on the overhead lights. We have six to eight different light switches just inside the front door. She tried several before she found the right switch.
When she came back to the porch, she said she was going to make a label for each switch. Seriously? We've lived in the house over a year, she shouldn't need a label. Besides that, there is no shame or character flaw in having to try a number of different switches until she finds the correct one.
I'm going to put this in writing, although it probably won't make a difference. I do NOT want the light switches labeled. Labeled light switches look tacky! Of course, I recognize that the General's opinion isn't necessarily going to be swayed by my two cents worth, but she can use her label maker for items stored inside the pantry. At least the labels are behind a closed door.
Andrea's creation last night was an Italian pasta dish the included roasted shallots and cream. The shallots and cream were cooked on our gas stove. So was the pasta. I watched as she adjusted the flame under each. The burners on the stove were different. According to the General, they were designed to distribute heat differently.
I barely know my way around the outside grill that we've had for half a century. I know nothing about cooking on the stove. I am delighted that both my wife and daughter know how. Last night's pasta dish was delicious. Of course, she also brought some "designer homemade cookies" for dessert. I could have eaten my weight in both. Yet, Andrea and Kevin devoting the time to share with us was best of all.
All My Best!
Don
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