It is cold. With windchill, it may be -40 tomorrow. I have a chicken mole recipe that is done in a crock pot and makes enough to freeze a meal or two after supper.
Lately, no, recently, no, today, I was thinking about whether I could live with another adult again. My cooking, choice of meals, is very dull. I mean this mole is not bad. I serve it to Julia with rice and fresh spinach. Tonight, with a little cauliflower and a few garbanzo beans. With rare exceptions, Julia eats what I serve to her. I do think about her dislikes when I cook but her range of foods is pretty broad. I try to avoid bread, starch and cheese. Julia eats without comment. If she does not disapprove, she just eats. And so, I don’t please her.
“Julia, do you like what you are eating?”
“Then tell the cook.”
“Mommy, the food is ok.”
Cheshire and Linde are coming to visit in a few weeks and I was thinking about cooking for them. For a few moments, I was intimidated just imagining trying to please them. The reactions makes me feel like a bit of a hermit. I need an adult roommate.
School was called off for tomorrow around noon today. And today was only a few degrees better. We will do our weekend list of school related work. I had Julia start painting her bed this afternoon and wouldn’t you know that she does a good job putting on a first coat of paint. I was working on the headboard and was rather casual with my first coat. When she was done with what I had given her, she asked if she could “fix” mine. She used to ask the same thing when David or I tried to make play dough dinosaurs with her. I did not show her how to brush evenly, I did not tell her not to put paint on the end pieces. She just seemed to know. She is a visual learner but I never imagined that she looked at painted furniture and somehow learned or understood what it took to make the piece look like that.