September 25, 2008

• My First Fall Soup

  This for you MK > I know how much you love this!!!!

  Today I made my first soup of the fall season. Soup is actually one of my most favorite meals. Honey doesn't care to eat soup at all during the summer... Well, he would IF it could be grilled. Seeing as I have a hard time keeping those little bits and pieces on the rack, he he.... Anyways, I came across a hambone in the freezer saved from, oh, probably the Easter ham, and I decided to make split pea soup. I don't think I've ever made any one soup the same way twice; a little of this, a little of that and a whole lot of whatever is at hand makes soup time an adventure in our home. I came out alright for a season opener but since I have not yet put up the winter supplies it was basically a leftover of the leftovers kind of soup. I usually will use half green and half yellow peas but had to settle for all green this time around. I even was short a bit of chicken stock and had to use a beef bullion instead. H seemed to get all the whole peppercorns. Yippee for him.

  When I was growing up my mom would always use several bay leaves in anything she made with beans or gravy (red sauce). She said they were good for the digestion so in they would go. Later on, out they would be ladled into some lucky persons bowl. Now I use the term luck somewhat loosely as the recipient did not, in fact, feel that any luck was attached. Mom always insisted that whomever received the bay leaf was the fortunate one who would be washing up that night. With nine people to clean up after you can assume that lucky was not the adjective of our (the children's) choice. She actually had us believing that it was a random thing. NOT!!!

  Moving on... Moe and CeCe spent some time at G'ma's this weekend. It's been tougher than usual as school has stirred up Moe who is taking his time acclimating to the new routine. So some of his behavior has been a little over the top and at times downright bizarre. He still sees absolutely no point whatsoever in directing any of his energy or time towards activities or tasks that don't interest him. So getting him to focus on the task at hand can be challenging at times for everyone involved with his education. The resulting process of him discharging the built up frustration of forced compliance with the teacher's directions has been difficult on his caretakers. Doubly so since where Moe goes, CeCe follows.

  He has returned to a behavior that I have not seen him participate in since he was 3 or so. Moe had gone upstairs to use the "big" bathroom. Why? Because of the gold fish tank in there; that's why. I followed a while afterwards because it was much too quiet and he had been up there a long time by my reckoning. The door was open. As I rounded the corner the first thing he said was, "The fish were really hungry!" I said, "You remember that you are not to feed the fish when G'ma is not with you? And I've already given them their supper" He remembered alright. He had simply chosen to remember after he had fed the fish a great heaping helping of fish food. He assured me that everything was ok. He only gave them a little dessert. Arrgghh. (I scooped out what extra I could) But this is not the behavior that he had regressed to.... In fact, I didn't even notice that problem until much later after he had gone home. I was so flustered by the fish incident. That evening as I reached for the T Tissue I noticed that the brand new roll was .... empty. AND that the contents were all stashed behind the commode. So off I trotted to the phone to ask Moe, Watzup!! Oh grandma, I had to do potty and I needed my favorite piece of tissue... at the end of the roll next to the cardboard tube. It's the softest. Stinker started spinning the roll empty from the time he could stand and I guess he's back at it. Go Figure.

  Gotta have a talk with that boy.

  Another talk...

  Again...

   

   

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