She will be cooking up some Moroccan stew and a peach pie. I'll be making Grilled Corn and Tomato Salad, along with something blueberry/rhubarbish.
I knew you would.
The scary part is, she said she would be interviewed by me only if I would then be interviewed by her.
My adolescence - most of which she was privy to - flashed before my eyes. And then I thought of all of those times I called her that name. And then I get all hivey and my pits got clammy and in an unfortunate knee-jerk reaction, I hissed "Ozzzzzzzzyyyyyyy....".
In retrospect, that may have been the wrong response.
And then I made this for dinner with pea pods from our garden. (And no, Martha Stewart is not paying me...yet.)
I implore you to make this drop-dead delicious meal. Especially if you happen to have an Asian child or two in your care. Calvin had seconds, then a cupcake, then polished off the rest of the rice. White rice - it's in their blood. I've never seen anything like it. Kimchi? That's another story...
Alas, the never-ending peanut butter pie finally gave up the ghost. It was time. A memorial service was held in the North cornfield. Please send more pie in lieu of flowers.