Separated at birth? (It is true that I was born in Massachusetts, but I can't speak for my twin sister)
When I read of your New Year's Eve, I did get an eerie feeling! And scarier still, we once had a neighbor who used to kill chickens in some bizarre manner--I was very young and my only recollection is of a headless body running around in circles, spouting blood, and the neighbor standing with the chicken's head in his hand, laughing. Perhaps he bit it off. They were Italian and the little boy had to suck a raw egg every day. (I don't really know if being Italian had anything to do with this.) Do you ever wonder as you strive to create all these magic moments for your child if what she'll remember is that the neighbor sucked eggs?
Texas Caviar is a disgusting mixture of the now infamous BEP, hominy, tomatoes, onions,peppers, and of course a jalapeno. You make it and give it away to people who live out of state as if it were a really special thing. Serve it with tortilla chips as a dip. Or feed it to the chicken.
I've had the same experience with cooking!!! (Twilight Zone music) Innumerable pots of homecooked soups have been painstakingly prepared only to be eaten by the garbage disposal. Kids don't like foods that touch each other and what could be more touchy than a stew? Any hint of most vegetables is cause for rejection. We live on pizza, spaghetti and -this is so odd-spinach.
Writing all this is irresistable after John mentioned us poor souls carrying on our trivial, meaningless lives or whatever it was. Actually, I have had a very sick child these last two days and that puts everything in perspective.
I do plan to accompany my husband on his next San Fran trip and call you. Maybe we could get hold of a couple of live chickens, make some soup, consume several bottles of wine, and trace our obviously shared ancestry. Until then I remain,
Your soul sis |
