Lennon's & Linguine

Not sure I'll have much time to write again until Monday so I thought I would do it quickly now. Ever since I quit smoking and all other vices I do two things to calm down. I pace and I cook. And just in case we weren't sure that my family is completely crazy, they are paying me to cook for them three nights a week. My mother has lost all interest in things such as cooking, cleaning and pretty much getting off the couch all together. At least I get a little money out of it. I know I do a lot as a wife and mother and that Danny's money is my money but I have never been able to use it to buy him presents on Christmas or his birthday. It just feels like, "hey, I spent $70.00 out of such and such account to buy your gift." So Tuesday night I decided to start my very own Meals on Wheels to the Lennon home. However, a sweet neighbor of ours lost her husband a couple of weeks ago and some other neighbors just brought into their home, her elderly father who is in the end stage of ALS, so I decided to make extra. This isn't difficult for me because I always overestimate the amount of food I'm cooking, especially with pasta.

I spent about four hours cooking and stopped by the first neighbors home to give her the "sympathy" meal. Of course most people make cookies or meatloaf and as I hand her the container I smile and say, "it's linguine with basil sauce, cheesy garlic bread and blond brownies." She stops and looks at me strange. "Linguine with basil sauce," I repeat in response to her surprised "what?"

We finally arrive at my parents house where my mother keeps claiming that Pop isn't doing well and has stopped eating. He shovels the linguine down his throat like he hasn't been fed in years all the while making mmmm sounds. Tonight it was fresh salmon, veggies and baby red potatoes to which he responded, "such royal treatment." He's already looking forward to tomorrow's meal. He's too cute!

No one has ever accused me of being normal and you know, it has always given me great joy to march to the beat of my own drum, as my mother says.

Now, I will make more of an effort on Friday but I'm going to wish Danny a happy early birthday! Mostly because I like to be the first. Egotistical and eccentric. Aren't I wonderful?

Modest too.....as you can tell.