I can’t believe it’s already Sunday. The week flew by too fast and there were so many things that I wanted to do today, but then I foolishly answered the phone when it rang this morning. It was my future mother-in-law inviting me to dinner (which is really a big lunch) and how could I say no? Sure, lunch doesn’t sound too time-consuming, except that it takes an hour to shower and get ready, then two hours to eat and chitchat, then at least another half hour to make my getaway.<\/p>\n
The getaway is key. It’s virtually impossible to leave the house without a bag full of food. I try, but Old-World Generosity wins every time. Here’s an example of the conversation.<\/p>\n
Mom: You take some pastry with you. You want to take them all?
\nMe: No, just one is good.
\nMom: You want four?
\nMe: No, just one.
\nMom: OK, I give you three.<\/p>\n
Today, she wanted me to take bread, rice, chorizo, bread sausage, chicken, AND pastry. I should know by now not to turn my back while the food is being put in the container, but I forgot, and while I was looking the other direction, the food magically multiplied. The problem, I think, was that my future father-in-law was also there. He distracted me while she loaded up the extra food. They tag-teamed me.<\/p>\n
Well, I enjoyed the visit. It’s just too bad that the day is almost over and I haven’t started work on the next installment for Sunday Stories. I better get to it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I can’t believe it’s already Sunday. The week flew by too fast and there were so many things that I wanted to do today, but then I foolishly answered the phone when it rang this morning. It was my future … Continue reading