Monday, February 14, 2011

A good place

Have you heard the expression, "in a good place?" In general it refers to some kind of spiritual head place. My good place is more geographical. Last weekend, my parents, my daughter and I went to visit my grandmother, who these days stays with my aunt and uncle. And my oh my what a good place. We slept, we chatted, we knit, we ate and we ate and we ate and we didn't worry ourselves much at all, at least I didn't. Not about the weather, not about my job, not about anyone being bored or annoyed. It was a level of calm I don't normally reach while awake. And the food, oh. My mother, as always arrived with two full meals and a desert at the ready, and my uncles are both great with bread (I am not). We had excellent soup, and fresh bread toast every morning, and home made tortilla chips and guacamole that I could have eaten for the entire weekend. Literally. I may have shoved someone out of my way while hanging over the bowl and making a pig of myself. Uncle Erf says I can make them myself if I learn to drink beer, it's apparently an essential part of the process.

Another of the best things about the weekend is that there were 8 adults and only one 4 year old. (I can only call her that for one more day.) Anytime I got tired, someone else easily stepped in to distract her. Kate got this for her birthday:

From her Aunt Nonie and Uncle Hugh. So naturally we showed up at their house book in hand. Kate and Uncle Hugh got right to work.

They made a purple fish out of white bread, but while it baked it turned and interesting shade of blue/green.

Delicious isn't it? Actually it was delicious. The bakers were quite proud of their work.

Clearly I had a wonderful weekend. I'd go back in a minute, for the guacamole alone!

1 comment:

Goldiebug said...

sweet! what a nice place to be. nd that fish looked awesome. :-)