Yesterday I made Bolognese sauce with ground beef and sweet Italian sausage. It was too thick so I thinned it with some red wine left over from a dinner party. So we had spaghetti and sauce, with freshly grated Parmigiano Reggiano last night.
Tonight I am making pot roast, Mom-style with noodles. Jim worked from home today, having some dental work done at lunchtime. I go in again in the morning for removal of a wisdom tooth. Don’t know that it gave me any, wisdom that is, only pain.
Tomorrow is easy lasagne with the rest of the meat sauce, the sauce to be tasted in advance and possibly doctored by me.
My assignment, should I choose to accept it (I must) is to write something profound about Mom that can be calligraphied onto a 4″/4″ piece of origami paper and folded into a crane. At least I get to send it by email and the calligraphers, my sisters, will transform the words into something that looks beautiful. Luckily I don’t have to do that part, because I’m a lefty that writes from above and the entire paper would be smeared.
Now I’ve got it! Society didn’t like lefties so they wouldn’t allow them to do calligraphy! Works for me! Hey, when I was a kid I got the rounded scissors because lefties are dangerous, and I always had to tell the teacher that I could only use scissors with my right hand (true). And no matter what Steven or Melissa said, I never ate paste in kindergarten. And you can forget about folding. I cook, OK?
Sisters have asked family and friends to write something about Mom, rather than having a reception. Her ashes will be placed this weekend and in another ceremony in her home country later on.
It smells good in here and I had the water boiling for the noodles and the meat is cooling, but Jim and Zoe went AWOL. I’ll just keep on going at my temporary site as Jim took over my desk and monitor all day today. Perhaps I can consider it a rental! Cheers, Dee
