Eating My Words

We have been living at my parents house for the past 4 weeks while we sell our house.  Why?  You try cleaning a house top to bottom on a 30 minute time constraint with three small boys following you around undoing everything you do.  My mom keeps saying she loves having us here...but I'm a mom too and I know that sometimes we say things to our kids we don't totally mean.  In all seriousness, my mama deserves an award for how long we've been intruding on her turf. 

Anyhow, I try to make the time everyday to remind my mother about all the crap, dust traps, er, wonderful collector items that are piling themselves in her basement. I know, I know, you're wishing you were so lucky as to be my mother right now.  I'm telling you: an award is deseved here!

But today I will eat my words.  I took and deep breath and wandered onto 'her side' of the basement and returned surprisingly unscathed...and with a nice little collection of goodies!  My favourite item was this picnic basket.  I immediately pictured myself wearing a long denim skirt and some sort of bandana on my head, walking through a field swinging this basket on my arm delivering lunch to the farmers working in the back fields of my country home.  (It was a rather frightening picture, one that I will store forever in my mind as what I will NOT become.)  So upstairs I went, threw the basket over my arm and sashayed into the kitchen where County Lovin' Boy was trying to enjoy a conversation with my dad and said in my best Blanche Deveraux accent, "Well hi darlin'.  I brought you some fried chicken an' dumplin's and some ice cold lemonade for your lunch.  Are ya hungry?"

He asked me if I needed meds. 

In my defence, it's been quite a while that I have been living in a rather uprooted and unenviable state and I will admit that my sanity my be slipping. 

Tomorrow? I attempt to make a Pork, Sweet Potato & Kale Stew.  Stew seems like a good country food.  Now to go find out what kale is...