I had taken a mental health day this week….you know the feeling. After picking my youngest son up from grade school, we stopped at McDonald’s. He’s playing the Monopoly Game Promotion. He is convinced that we are going to get the million dollars. We have more Foot Locker coupons right now, than we have feet in the family.
He was sitting in the back seat as I handed him the bag. He said, “You know Mom, I just have a feeling that I am going to get Park Place or Boardwalk.” He peeled off the game pieces and the radio was drowned out by his ‘Whooop!’ He actually got Park Place! Now he is convinced that some other family, somewhere in America has “Boardwalk.” He is positive that they will want to spilt the prize money and share the million with us. “You know Mom, $500,000.00 would buy lots of games and an XBox.” Personally, I am thinking about the price of higher education…..
We get home and I collapse on the couch. Martha Stewart is on. I haven’t watched Martha since Sam was a baby. I was a stay-at-home Mom, trying to make ends meet, when I vividly remember watching Martha put together beautiful fall swags of orange and brown, made from things in her garden…..My garden was filled with things from Lil’ Tike’s & Toys R’ Us. While Martha made the beautiful arrangement that went a top her barn door…..the barn……where she was having Thanksgiving dinner…..I was wrapping silk and plastic leaves from Michael’s around a grapevine wreath.
This week, Martha was celebrating fall, and she was baking an east coast treat….I had never hear of what she was making. Sam was watching with me, before he started his homework. He was snuggled up at my side. At a break, he looked at me and said, “You know, Mom”…..(are you seeing a theme?) “Mom, do you cook anymore?” Okay, I’d been had. With only three to cook for now, sometimes my favorite thing for dinner is reservations. “Yes Sam, I still cook, I made a meatloaf last night.” “No, I mean with the mixer like Martha Stewart” he said. I said, “Yes honey, I bake, just not so much anymore.”
Can you say guilt? Specifically, that fine line between Italian and Jewish guilt…they are close you know. Since that comment, I’ve baked Snickerdoodles, I’ve made Toll House Chocolate Chip cookies from scratch….not from that handy, mammoth size tub you can get at Costco. I’ve roasted a chicken, with red potatoes and vegetables, with the other I made a chicken noodle soup that would have made my girlfriend’s “Bubbee” proud….”Oye, such a nice girl…too bad she’s not Jewish”……The pot of spaghetti sauce, from scratch…..is simmering on the stove…..where is that garlic bread?