Another battle...
Yesteday was my son's birthday party. I decide that we would have it at my house, and since mom and I have not had to spend more than a half hour together since we split, I was anxious about scenario.
I decided I would try my hand at cooking a traditional mediterranean feast. I rolled grape leaves, mashed chick peas for hummus, skewared and marinated kebob's, made rice pilaf, mashed garlic, and tossed salad. Everything went well, lemon juice and olive oil were spilt over mostly everything and I was afraid the food would be too bitter for many a taste.
I spent most of the day on duty and didn't have much time to enjoy my son, his occasion, or the company of new friends I've gathered into my life.
It seems everyone had a good time. The food was different, but good, and mom and I managed to get along just fine.
I decided I would try my hand at cooking a traditional mediterranean feast. I rolled grape leaves, mashed chick peas for hummus, skewared and marinated kebob's, made rice pilaf, mashed garlic, and tossed salad. Everything went well, lemon juice and olive oil were spilt over mostly everything and I was afraid the food would be too bitter for many a taste.
I spent most of the day on duty and didn't have much time to enjoy my son, his occasion, or the company of new friends I've gathered into my life.
It seems everyone had a good time. The food was different, but good, and mom and I managed to get along just fine.