Here’s the meal I prepared last Friday night, the day before we returned to a vegetarian kitchen. This grilled pizza was topped with bacon – I mean, hey, all of that bacon that was hiding in my freezer needs to be used up! I finally managed to grill a pizza without completely charring the bottom. Hooray for small victories.
And then, on Saturday, we picked up Louisa from her music program. It was such a treat listening to all of those high school students performing some pretty impressive jazz. I never had talent like that in my life. If only that talent extended to packing up one’s room and belongings before coming home. At the parent orientation they told us they would be reminding students to begin to pack a few days in advance. Apparently they told the parents that, but not the students. I wasn’t surprised.
That evening Louisa was given the choice of a home-cooked dinner or going out. Guess which one she chose? We went to a local family friendly restaurant that’s like an old-fashioned soda fountain with burgers, grilled cheeses, salads, etc. As I looked at my options, I simply couldn’t select a meat option with Louisa sitting right there across the table. Weird, right? Instead I ordered the Brie and Asparagus with Pesto sandwich.
The following day the weather was close to 1000 degrees. It was the perfect weather to go to an all day outdoor concert and sit in the sun listening to the bands. Sunscreen was futile. As I sat and melted in the sun, kicking myself for leaving my large floppy beach hat at home, my brain dissolved out my ears. That’s the only thing that can explain my standing in the pit with Joe for the final act, Femi Kuti & the Positive Force, an amazing Afrobeat band that one can’t resist dancing if one’s brain is melted. If it had been about 30 degrees cooler I would have stood still like a proper parent and not joined in the line dancing. Instead, my daughter sat in the back with her friend and suffered the indignity of watching her parents dance in public. With melted brain all judgement had left me and I just went with the rhythmic flow, suffering the consequences later. I know it made Louisa feel extra thrilled to be back home.
Life has now returned to normal-ish with a full house, once again. Today Louisa is beginning to read her required summer reading for her fall AP English class. There’s nothing like a good Thomas Hardy novel to get you back into the swing of things.
Last night I prepared this vegetarian Creamy Corn Pasta with Basil in honor of her return. There’s nothing quite like a weekday dinner that requires a pasta pot, saute pan, and blender to clean up when done. Luckily we all loved the dish… except for Louisa who decided to go to a vegan friend’s house for dinner, instead.