Me When I See Pasta

November 19, 2017

Me When I See Pasta

Buckwheat

November 18, 2017

Buckwheat

For dinner, I cooked buckwheat noodles to pair with spinach and broth.  Chupa found the noodles in the sink and began eating them out of the colander.

“Mmmm,” he said.

“Do you like them?”

“Mmmm, warm rubber bands,” he replied. 


Game

November 17, 2017

Game

“Want to play a game?” Mom would ask.

The game turned out to be us pinching and pulling the skin on the tops of our hands in a perpetual dog pile of claw hands.  She’d pull/pinch the skin on the top of my right hand with her right hand.  While she held the pinch, I put my left hand over her right hand to pinch her skin and hold it while she put her left hand over my left hand and pinched hard.  I’d take my right hand from the bottom, and put it over her left hand to pinch, and so on.  This game never lasted long, as Mom, smiling, would speed up the process until we ended with a big collapsed hand pile.

This game was painful and not fun, but Mom enjoyed it.  She probably had some nostalgic attachment to it. 


Fruit

November 16, 2017

Fruit

Chupa loves Bartlett pears, and buys several during each trip to Trader Joe’s.  They all ripen within the same ten minutes, and rot thirty-two hours later.


$$

November 15, 2017

$$

“My friend said, ‘I have one word for you: Bluebirds.’”  

That was how Tom and Petra found their occasional night nanny, who cost $420 a night ($35 x 12 minimum hours per shift) - pricey, but somewhat necessary when running on three hours of sleep each night.  Bluebirds is the agency.

The nanny was an unruffled blonde matron with a billion (i.e., I can't remember) years of experience.  As she chatted with me the first night I met her, she held the twins tucked under her arms like footballs.  They seemed cozy, and slept like contented rocks.


Roommate

November 14, 2017

Roommate

Loud Gushing Water

October 14, 2017

Loud Gushing Water
. . . in my dream turned out to be a flood in our house.

In the Kitchen

October 11, 2017

In the Kitchen

"What are you doing?"  Mom asked.

"Invading your space." 

"Oh gee," she said.  "I don't mind."


Beverages

September 27, 2017

Beverages

Mom loves beverages.  For fun, she adds orange juice to oolong tea, along with leftover coffee (from Marshalls) and week-old wine.  Part of me thinks she makes this drink because it disturbs me.

 


Laundry

September 09, 2017

Laundry

Mom opened my door and threw several socks at my head.  

"I found some orphan.  Nobody want," she announced.  

She closed the door on her way out.


Taiwanese Bakery

August 07, 2017

Taiwanese Bakery
Yum!

Coasters

April 30, 2017

Coasters

For Christmas, I gave Mom several presents, including a set of artisan felted wool coasters The set consisted of two yellow coasters and two blue coasters, with an artsy silkscreened design on the top of each coaster.  

After a few months, I noticed that Mom consistently used the blue coasters on the correct side and the yellow coasters turned over to wrong side.

"You don’t like the yellow coasters?" I asked her one day.

"It’s fine."

"Then why do you turn it over to this side?"

"What’s the difference?"

I flipped the coaster over.  "This side is the design side."

"Either one.  No difference."

"There’s a difference:  This is the design side . . . this is not the design side."

"It’s you who buys it, not me."

"That’s true, but I intended for you to use the design side."

"And I intend to use the non-design side as the design side," she said.



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