Sunday, November 19, 2006

In Which Mama Squid Apologizies and Takes a Stand on Age

What I meant to say yesterday was that I clean up what is left after Papa Squid cooks. This usually includes a pot or pan if there were leftovers and the counters and sink. Papa Squid would like those out in blogland to understand that he cleans as he cooks. I must admit that he does do this. The kitchen takes from 5 to 15 minutes to clean up each evening and I rarely have to spend time scouring pots and pans. My sincerest apologies oh dear Papa Squid. Do I still get my birthday pie?

For those interested, this is Squidette's latest quilting project as of last night.(As of this writing one of the 16 small square is now complete.)

And these pictures show the vast amount of food that came in to the apartment yesterday.
Lots of yummy fresh foods from the Greenmarket and plenty of other basics to feed us for the coming week including, Thanksgiving. We are hosting this year with my sisters and parents coming to our apartment. The youngest nephew will be present and with 9 years separating him and his next youngest cousin, there will be plenty of adorable photo-ops.

(No dear younger sister, the green leafies are not for Thanksgiving -- promise.) The Turkeys (yes, plural) are buried in the bottom of the refrigerator and the potatoes (both sweet and white) are now in a dark cabinet awaiting their fate. (Again, dear family, the white potatoes are destined for mashing ala' a "normal" Thanksgiving feast.) Apparently a long past Thanksgiving has scared my dear family for life. No Pumpkin soup this year, promise.

Right now Squidette and Papa Squid are making apple pies. Yum! They are not destined for my Birthday Pie -- that will be Maple Cream and not available for consumption until the actual day that I leave my thirties. The Pecan and Pumpkin pies are already in the freezer.

Regarding my birthday, I must let all know, far and wide, that I am embracing it with arms wide open. I feel that I will finally be the age I am meant to be. After a long time spent figuring out who I am and what is "right" for me, I think I have finally reached a place in my life that is as close to right as it will ever be and it is damn good! Move over world -- 40 here I come!

7 comments:

Squidette said...

Your not old.
I love you.

Dave Daniels said...

We have a nice arrangement. I cook, he cleans. He cooks, I clean. But, yeah, I tend to clean as I go.
You're gonna love the 40's. It's a fun age.

Anonymous said...

thanks for the clarification with the greens. at 20, maybe i'll be able to handle some form of it, but I make no promises. Time for class big sis.

See you Thursday, bringing in the feast as the baby of the family. STILL, the baby of the family.

<3 sister squid

Cookie said...

I really do love Papa Squid. He cooks and cleans as he goes. What a man!

Squidette is doing a great job on that quilt. I can't wait to see it all done.

Ya know, the older I get, the closer I feel to being a grown up... in a good way. Less lost or something. Maybe 40 is that golden number.

Susan said...

Gotta love a guy that cleans up too...but cooking..that's something all in itself.

I'm loving the Squidette's quilt. She's got a really good eye.

There is some sort of magic that happens when you finally grow into your skin and discover that you're special just the way you are. I found it rather freeing, giving me a lot more room to explore once I had the basics of me figured out and accepted. Or something...heh

Susan said...

Gotta love a guy that cleans up too...but cooking..that's something all in itself.

I'm loving the Squidette's quilt. She's got a really good eye.

There is some sort of magic that happens when you finally grow into your skin and discover that you're special just the way you are. I found it rather freeing, giving me a lot more room to explore once I had the basics of me figured out and accepted. Or something...heh

Anonymous said...

Everytime I read your blog I cry.
Looking forward to lots of hugs and food.

PS: I wish I could be 40 again, even 50.