Yesterday, I had one of those days which occur too often in my world. I ran around and huffed and puffed (but didn't blow my house down) working and working and got next to zero done. Oh how I envy the efficient; oh how I am not one of them.
I had an entire post written in my head, about how the coming of Halloween signifies the Pint’s one year anniversary of sharing our home and how blessed we are to have him here with us, teaching us things we had forgotten about life’s little joys and prioritizing what is truly important while we are here on Earth. I love that little boy. He makes my heart go pitter-pat and the corners of my mouth turn up. Thank you for being, young man.
Obviously, I did not get that post written and, in fact, it wasn’t until about 7 pm that I sat down for the first time all day. I really have no idea what I did other than fix Jessica’s rapidly expanding rice dish.
Have you ever read the children’s book Strega Nona? In it, a nice witch has a magic pasta pot which she uses to make dinner, sometimes for her whole village. Her assistant eavesdrops on her, memorizes the magic words to make the pot produce, but unfortunately for him, he forgets the words to stop the pot from cooking when dinner was over. The witch was out of town; you can figure out the rest.
Well, our dear still-learning-to-cook Jessica (who by the way makes awesome spaghetti sauce from scratch, better than I can) generously offered to prepare dinner, chicken and rice. I coached her from afar and all seemed okay until I sidled up to the stove to check the broth for seasoning and saw that Jessica had added a lot of rice. The rice was not yet cooked and it hit the top of the pan.
“Jessica, how much rice did you put in here?”
“Only three cups. I’m going to school now; can you keep an eye on it?”
Three cups of basmati rice in a smallish stock pot along with chicken, broth, carrots, celery, and onions. This is when Strega Nona got into my head. Then I got distracted by something else I didn’t accomplish and only remembered the rice on the stove when the top of the pot looked like rapidly expanding Jiffy Pop popcorn and the stove top resembled a pasture covered with virgin snow.
I really should have grabbed the gianormous stock pot that lives outside because it is too big to fit in the kitchen when I first saw how much rice she had added but, as I said, I am inefficient and that would have been too easy. I wouldn’t have had to spend the next half hour burning myself transferring steaming hot unbridled rice from pot to pot and adding twice as much of the other ingredients involved to make the dish look like chicken and rice did in fact have chicken and vegetables in it. I wouldn’t have been able to make little rice angels on the stove top. The dogs would have missed burning the roofs of their mouths grabbing any stray grain clumps that fell while I was attempting to wipe off the burning hot stove. My life would not have been complete, you see, and for this Miss Jessica, I thank you. I can die happy now.
Today, of course being Halloween, Cowboy Tyrone and the rest of the gang are heading out to Desert Ridge Mall for a Radio Disney-sponsored festival. The merchants are participating in the trick or treating and all kinds of performers and entertainers will be on hand. I don’t know about the rest of you but it seems to me like a vast improvement to standing on a dark sidewalk while your children go up to scary-all-year man’s door and asking him for sweet things. If I have time, which of course I will, being so efficient and all, I will post a quick photo of the Pint in all his finery.
Happy Halloween, my friends!