Spent the morning crying. Sobbing. Tears squirting out of my eyeballs like a cartoon character. just because. Because it was one of those days. One of those days when I loose my wear-with-all my shit. I just felt too tired to stay strong. Too tired of trying not to feel sad. So I just... cried. A lot. Let it all out. Like draining an abscess of pus so the body heart can heal itself. A relief. But left me feeling pretty. wiped. out.
Today was not an OK day to feel wiped out. Not a day to indulge myself. it never is. My brother in law and nephew are coming for their annual summer visit. Two really nice people. A good man, and his good man-child. Easy. Low maintenance. But still...
Guests are a good excuse to clean the bathrooms.
And weed the patio so we're not barbecuing burgers tomorrow in knee deep grass. How can a beauty queen have a backyard barbecue in knee deep grass?
I wouldn't know
Anyhoo....
Where's Patsy? Alas, Patsy is unavailable today.
I stumbled on a new local station.
"Radio Woodstock" celebrating the 40th anniversary of Woodstock.
that alone is enough to make me smile
And you know what Patsy & I do when we keep company together...
we cook
we bake
we sing
Mexican chicken soup...
Hershey's cocoa "perfect chocolate cake"...
Clapton, Mitchell, Crosby Stills & Nash...
so easy, so delicious
thank-you, Anouk
onion, peppers usa
chicken local & organic, lime mexico
chili powder quien sabe
black beans can, corn frozen
chicken stock, rice
sugar, flour, cocoa, baking soda & powder
eggs from Anouk's chickens, milk from the Amish farmer
vanilla, water
also so easy
real whipped cream chocolate icing
a bunch of cilantro, a squirt of lime,
jalapenos & avocado
YUM
my kids love this, even with visible veggies & beans
chocolate cake with fresh fruit on the side
I was mommy the hero tonight
It's amazing how a day can just turn around
maybe it's hormones
maybe I'm a lunatic
Just...
a little distraction
a little cake
some wooden ships on the water
a good cry
a good chat or two or three
and even though I spent the day with
burning wrung-out eyes...
I'll climb into bed tonight and say
today was a GOOD day
Oh yum! Would you post the recipes?
ReplyDeleteWell. Yes. The bloodlines run strong and every day I am more convinced we are kin. Did I somehow have a child and not remember and she is you? We can't be sisters. I have seen a picture of your daddy and he was not my daddy. Your daddy's face was open and smiling. My daddy's face was a cloud of something we don't want to talk about.
ReplyDeleteBut still.
I love to make the Sopa de Lima con pollo. The chocolate cake, too. Do you have the recipe for Mississippi Mud Cake? You need it.
I'm glad you cried, I'm glad you cooked, I'm glad that you visited Woodstock. I'm glad that today was a GOOD day.
Wow! I completely felt your pain & triumph today (although, mine was in the reverse order)
ReplyDeleteP.S. I'd love to get the recipe too!
Yes it's hormones
ReplyDeleteYes you're a lunatic
You're a woman and I think you celebrate it well.
I love your posts.
Sometimes it feels like you are actually writing about our lives. But I think you are - you are writing about mothers everywhere.
You have lucky kids - do you think they know it yet?
I am now finding out how you're doing by reading your blog - what crazy world have we entered?! Michelle your blogs are GREAT. However it doesn't beat having lunch. Call when you're free, I'll do the same, Anouk xxxxxxx
ReplyDeleteI bake my way out of crisis, sadness, and all things difficult. The mixing. Measuring. Pouring. BEATING. All good.
ReplyDeleteGlad you did too.
And your meal looks amazing.
Back to basics-it always helps me. I missed you while I was gone.
ReplyDeleteAnd sorry, I just commented using the old blog ID, so sorry.
ReplyDeleteyou've made me incredibly hungry now!
ReplyDeletefood and friends can do amazing things, huh? hope youre feeling better :)
ReplyDeleteps- i wanted to injest those pictures - yum!