Sunday, August 1, 2021

Our Turn


Tonight is the Moon's night to host a little supper. Lon and Lis are on their way and the air is fresher and cooler because we just had a small but blessed rain, and I've got gumbo simmering with the shrimp cut up and ready to become part of the glorious whole, the jasmine rice ready to receive the heat, and a loaf of sourdough waiting to be sliced. The table is set.

It was getting on towards five o'clock this afternoon when I realized that I had NO food for nibbling during martini time. I mean, none. Lis would never, ever let that happen. I have no chips, I have no smoked salmon, and god knows I have no caviar on ice. I do have cheese and apples but Lon can't eat cheese.

I feel like such a dolt. I had to text Lis and ask her if she could bring something. Anything. Crackers? Cat food? 
She is bringing some chips and I have put out a bowl of homemade salsa and a jar of dilly beans. There are mixed nuts. We probably will not starve before the gumbo is served. 

The Weatherfords should be reporting in any moment, announcing their arrival at home after an incredibly long day of driving. I know they are exhausted but I hope they will be glad to be back in their sweet house where their beds await them. 

I am full of gratefulness. 

Love...Ms. Moon





18 comments:

  1. Lovely dinner prep. And such a good friend, someone you can ask to bring part of it!

    You'll be so glad to have the Ws back near you.

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    1. The best sort of friends.
      And oh yes on the Weatherfords.

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  2. Lis and Lon and the Weatherfords...another good day for Ms Moon.

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  3. Well this is a blessed day, filled with happenings with and for people you love best in the world. There is nothing like sleeping in your own bed after a long time away. At least for the parents. My kids always missed running wild in the woods and splashing in the lake all summer. So the boys might miss the mountain for a hot minute, but only till they get back to the magic of the Moon kingdom.

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    1. I think that all of the mountain folks are suffering in this heat and humidity. "Welcome to hell!" the sign should say at the Florida border. Take that any way you want. But yes, I think they're all glad to have finally gotten here at the very least.

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  4. Sometimes I do not serve "snackies", especially if we will have a delicious dinner to fill us up.
    Hope your evening was delightful and the Weatherfords made it home safely.

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    1. I thought about that but the pre-snack is such a part of our ritual!
      Our evening was delightful and the Weatherfords are home safe and sound.

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  5. It doesn't happen very often but I HATE being caught short of anything when I have guests arriving. All the more so here because shops are only open until maybe 19:30h and if they open at all on Sunday it is only for a couple of hours so I can't even nip out quickly and pick something up. But in the end, as you say, you'll likely not starve will you!

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    1. And of course the closest store to me is twenty miles away. Or maybe fifteen. Whatever. Unless you count the convenience store. I suppose I could have picked up some pork rinds.

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  6. What a beautiful, cosy table. Just the description of a soft rain is music to my ears! We are positively parched out here. I hope your dinner went well and am so glad your chickens are on their way home.

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    1. We got a nice little rain, albeit a short one. It did help. And supper was very nice.
      Chickens home!

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  7. Mixed nuts count as nibbly food! You were fine!

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  8. horrors! no nibbly food to spoil the martini buzz!

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