Fireworks & squash
So I'm sitting here in the kitchen with my laptop. The window beside me is open, and through it I can hear fireworks for the new year, and kids running around laughing. There's nice fresh air from the light breeze, the kitchen is clean and quiet, and it feels very, very good.
Have y'all ever noticed how comforting a nice, clean kitchen can be? Especially when it's close to bedtime, and the swooshity-woosh of the dishwasher doesn't quite drown out the ticking clock. Just the light above the sink is on, and maybe the one above the stove, and it's just...nice.
Anyway. I have squash! Yes, yes I do. Mom made some for dinner.
"What do you want for Christmas, Jez?"
"Squash."
"No, seriously."
"Squash."
"You're going to be very disappointed if squash is the only thing you get under the tree."
"The only way I'll be disappointed is if it's not a metric ton of squash."
So...mom made squash. Which was very, very nice :) She chops it up and cooks it in a pan with butter and chopped up onions and salt and pepper. Yum :)
Have y'all ever noticed how comforting a nice, clean kitchen can be? Especially when it's close to bedtime, and the swooshity-woosh of the dishwasher doesn't quite drown out the ticking clock. Just the light above the sink is on, and maybe the one above the stove, and it's just...nice.
Anyway. I have squash! Yes, yes I do. Mom made some for dinner.
"What do you want for Christmas, Jez?"
"Squash."
"No, seriously."
"Squash."
"You're going to be very disappointed if squash is the only thing you get under the tree."
"The only way I'll be disappointed is if it's not a metric ton of squash."
So...mom made squash. Which was very, very nice :) She chops it up and cooks it in a pan with butter and chopped up onions and salt and pepper. Yum :)