If you’ve been over to Zoë’s Mom’s blog lately, you will know that I spent last Friday night at her place in
Well, let me tell you that if you are feeling slightly melancholic, and it’s a beautiful summer weekend in leafy green
You see, ZM has a fabulous kitchen, with one of those big center islands that everyone can sit around, sipping wine, while the cook is busy chopping, dicing, stirring, etc. (oh yeah, and sipping wine herself). And ZM gave the whole thing up to me for the entire evening. I stopped by Trader Joe’s on my way over and picked up the fixings for a spicy (luckily, both Becky and ZM like spicy, as did, judging by the fact that he ate it, ZM’s husband, who joined us late in the evening) pepper, tomato, spaghetti, and cheese casserole. Becky’s a vegetarian, and I love to cook for vegetarians, because I don’t eat a whole lot of meat myself. Ask me to roast beef for you, and I’d be stymied. Ask me to figure out what to do with some tomatoes, and the sky’s the limit. We had a mixed green salad with blue cheese to go with this, and, for dessert, Becky brought her delicious mango upside down cake, the one she wrote about here, which she was afraid was going to be too sweet, because she’d accidentally added too much sugar, but it was just right. Not only was it just right after dinner, but it was also just right the next morning with bagels and coffee. In the midst of all this cooking and eating, I also got to read Zoë a bedtime story, an honor I did not take lightly. (Becky got the honor of helping her build shelters out of things like cardboard tubes and buckets, a task at which six-year-old Zoë proved to be extremely adept, causing us both to muse that if we were stranded on a desert island, or suddenly found ourselves in some nightmare world in which we were contestants on Survivor, we’d want to make sure we had Zoë along with us.)
ZM’s mother is a retired high school math teacher (among other things) who lives with ZM, but she’s been off in
Saturday morning was swimming after breakfast. Despite our late bedtime, I woke up at 7:00 (funny, because when I had said I planned to sleep in, Becky had said, “You mean what, you’re going to sleep till 7:00, Emily?” You can see I’ve spent a few nights at Becky’s, and she knows what an early riser I am). ZM was up as well, and it wasn’t long before Zoë and Becky joined us. Zoë and I were the only ones who actually went in the pool. Becky was saving her energy for a trip to the gym (virtuous and brave Becky after our decadent night), and ZM was too busy doing things like running off to get bagels and taking Zoë to a birthday party. Becky’s and Zoë’s departures left ZM and me a little time alone in the house to soak up just a bit more relaxation and lots of chatting before I finally faced the reality that I needed to leave.
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