So behind, still
Haven't stopped writing, just too on edge. I have friends who are Muslim as well as Jewish and the whole situation in Gaza that's been escalating (it seems like 2008 all over again) is hell on the nerves.
[2012.11.15][225][21407]
“Should we put things away?” Beth wandered over to the bags as Mom walked past her. Beth’s hands placed items in their proper places: milk to the fridge, bread to the breadbox and canned goods to the counter as she worked her way through a bag. Most of the canned goods were fruit in sugary syrup, key ingredients to the glaze for the large ham they needed to prepare for tomorrow’s meal. She found two boxes of stuffing mix along with the canned ham. “Yum yum canned ham.”
“You know you love it,” Her dad intoned.
“Thanks for putting those away sweetie,” Mom waved. “The big lug’s not a big help right now.”
Dad stood there, possibly dazed that Beth still remembered where everything went. “I’ll stay up and make the ham with you, make sure you don’t mess anything up.” Dad had become quite the cook since Beth left for college. “I’m not even sure this one remembers how to do more than shake and bake or casseroles these days.”
“Oh, you,” Mom retorted. “You’re so good at cooking, I shouldn’t even bother. Why mess with the Chef?”
Beth giggled quietly as she leaned over the next bag of groceries. Mom used to be the person who supervised the making of every single meal: from breakfast, to lunch options to a nice warm dinner.
[2012.11.15][225][21407]
“Should we put things away?” Beth wandered over to the bags as Mom walked past her. Beth’s hands placed items in their proper places: milk to the fridge, bread to the breadbox and canned goods to the counter as she worked her way through a bag. Most of the canned goods were fruit in sugary syrup, key ingredients to the glaze for the large ham they needed to prepare for tomorrow’s meal. She found two boxes of stuffing mix along with the canned ham. “Yum yum canned ham.”
“You know you love it,” Her dad intoned.
“Thanks for putting those away sweetie,” Mom waved. “The big lug’s not a big help right now.”
Dad stood there, possibly dazed that Beth still remembered where everything went. “I’ll stay up and make the ham with you, make sure you don’t mess anything up.” Dad had become quite the cook since Beth left for college. “I’m not even sure this one remembers how to do more than shake and bake or casseroles these days.”
“Oh, you,” Mom retorted. “You’re so good at cooking, I shouldn’t even bother. Why mess with the Chef?”
Beth giggled quietly as she leaned over the next bag of groceries. Mom used to be the person who supervised the making of every single meal: from breakfast, to lunch options to a nice warm dinner.