Then there are days when you have to content with the realities of the life you live. A trip to the grocery store is required for items to cook a dinner for friends. The dust bunnies can no longer she shooed away banished back to their home under the hutch and sofa. While it would be so nice to spend the day in pajamas, with classical music playing and books strewn across the floor, some days that does not happen.
This is when I look very carefully at our day. While I ran to the grocery store, Grace watched two hours of Liberty’s Kids to review her history and get caught up to where she is currently. Lilah practiced piano and set up our back room for an art journaling session.
Then we began to cook. Together. Grace made her first juice. Apple, celery, ginger, lemon, zucchini, pear, carrot. It was delicious. For some strange reason, this moment reminded me of when I was in junior high and I took home economics as an elective. I loved being in a room with stoves and counter tops and sitting on high stools at tall tables. However, all I remember learning in this class is how to make baked Alaska with mini marshmallows. I vividly remember that t was really, really gross.
Today Grace learned something that not only can be classified as “home economics”, she learned a skill, which if practiced carefully and often can improve the health of her body. It can heal illness. It can strengthen immunity. It can cleanse toxins. She is not a big green smoothie fan but she loves juice. Lilah and I gladly and gratefully drank the glasses she made for us and we capped the Ball Jar full of juice and set it to chill in the refrigerator for her father.
Lilah, whose preference is clearly baking, has begun to explore cooking. Together we made a huge shephard’s pie. She peeled the potatoes while I chopped the carrots and onions. She browned the ground beef while I minced the garlic. She stirred in the tomato paste, the broth and the arrowroot. She mashed the potatoes, layered the corn and finished it off with a heaping layer of creamy mashed potato goodness. It was fun. It was educational. It was life learning at its finest. We discussed how a restaurant plans and prepares a menu. Actually, we questioned more than discussed. I have no idea how a restaurant plans a menu and prepares daily for the food that must be ordered, prepped and cooked. However, her uncle, Greg’s brother, has worked in many restaurants. Perhaps he could answer some of these questions for us! So about it, Uncle Gary......dinner in exchange for your insight into the restaurant industry?