Dad played with his fart book for most of the day. He got an iPad, a Keurig coffee maker and this. Guess what was his favorite by far?
Remember going back to school after Christmas vacation and comparing gifts with your friends? Who got a bike or god forbid, a sweater? Who was the lucky bee-yatch who got the Easy Bake Oven and couldn’t stop talking about her first batch of gross cupcakes cooked by a g-d lightbulb? (I still want one, FYI.)
I miss that. I really, really want someone to ask me about my immersion blender my sister got me and my awesome new earrings from Greece that my mom haggled over for hours while my dad watched donkeys poop without hesitation on the sidewalks.
Patrick Danger is so surprised that his mother got something from Jcrew. She makes that face everytime.
I also want to brag about the time Mr. Beatz and I got to spend with my mom and dad. I’ve talked about this with a few of my friends who all seem to agree that we’ve moved on from the time when hanging out with mom and dad was way uncool. Now it’s all I ever want to do. When did they become such awesome rock stars in space (or Maryland, whatever)?
Our Christmas morning breakfast table with jamon iberico, prosciutto, eggs, bread and countless types of cheese. Rockstars, I tell ya!
In the past few years I’ve realized that calling my mom 6 out of 7 days is totally normal. If she misses a day, I give her crap. If I miss a day, we spend at least an hour over the phone catching up on what we missed in 24 hours.
Usually the call goes like this –
Mom: “Did you take your vitamins?”
Me: “Yes, mom.” (A lie, for damn sure. I never take vitamins. Sorry mom.)
Mom: “Have you taken care of your credit card debt?”
Me: “Of course Mom!” (I lived in New York City, went to a really cheap grad school called NYU for 4 years, pretending to be a “writer,” how true can that really be? Sorry mom.)
Mom: “Did you workout today?”
Me: “I did two workouts in a row!” (There’s a higher chance that I saw two unicorns dancing the mambo in an endless field of sunflowers. Mom, sorry, again.)
Mom: “Good. Have you seen that new sweater in the Jcrew catalog, I think you and your sister should take a look at page 12, top right. It’s cute, I think you need it for work….” (This takes up the last half of the conversation, unless she starts in on 401K first.)
Right before she asked me to clean my windows so Patrick could see through it better.
Over the holiday break it felt so special to have a whole week where these conversations happened in person, with home cooked food and with my new husband. We scheduled day trips to Monticello and a local tour of D.C. eateries. But best of all we spent lots of time at the dinner table, eating my mom’s food and sharing family stories. It is a week that I think a lot about now that we’re back to the daily grind and I’m now responsible for feeding myself …and sometimes my husband.
The beginnings of a pear clafoutis (cla-foo-tee) that I made for my dad. Not better than my bread pudding, he says, but close. That means this recipe is a keeper!
I wonder often how grownups do it. How they get up each day and get dressed and go to meetings and have decent conversations with loved ones at the end of the day. I’ll be honest, yesterday the Beatz and I spent more time looking at our Ipads and cell phones than spending anytime talking to each other. Full sentences are impossible sometimes when there’s Pinterest!
But then I see my mom and dad who drive in to work together everyday and then turn around and still want to drive back home together. They eat dinner at the same table every night and they even workout together. Often, they laugh.
Who knew Jefferson knew so much about root beer? This was good stuff and I wanted to remember sharing it with my dad and Mr. Beatz!
My VIPs, leading the way. Otherwise, I’d be lost.
It is a good reminder that this life is better when you keep it simple. I’ll be honest, I love my immersion blender, I plan to make many a great meals with it, but my best Christmas present was the time I spent with my parents talking about budgets and diets and how to keep the bathroom clean. They know a few things, those two crazy kids.