He says I can sleep all morning because I stay up so late.
He doesn’t know that when the door closes before the suns even up, I’m wide awake, in a room that seems nearly empty-minus tiny snores and feet in my face.
He doesn’t know that I stay up so late with a three year old draped sweatily across me and him snoring next to me and relish in the moment, give thanks for all that I have, and can’t sleep because my heart and brain are so intoxicated by their unspoken love and the feeling is so wonderful that I can’t fall asleep.
He doesn’t know, almost every thought I have involves them, and to me they are like a drug, keeping me awake, causing me to be happily exhausted, forcing late nights and early mornings.
When I see this, there is this part of me that becomes overwhelmingly proud, in love and thankful.
I remember these days, these gray days. Walking to elementary school with my little brother by my side. The crispness in the air, the dampness clinging to our faces and clothes. The slightest notice of our breath in the air sent giggles.
I remember making it to school, telling my brother I would see him at lunch. Making my way to my own school room door, dampened and cold. There was always a hesitation to go in, especially on days like this. I wished so much that we could have kept walking, past the school, past the town, out into the wilderness where we could run and talk all day. Instead I went in, sat down under the harsh fluorescence lights, the uncomfortable chairs and cold desks, starring out the tiny rectangular window in the door, watching the grayness of the day linger about, summoning me to follow it. That is until grey subsided to blue, and the mystery of what could be just beyond the dull dampness was lost, to sun, birds and normalcy.
My cupkeiki and I are taking a parent and tot pottery class through the city right now. We go in and learn a new style of working with the clay. The first class we made pinch pots, the second we made rope pots. Today we worked with slab clay.
It’s a little hard because I think my cupkeiki is perhaps the youngest one in the class, and we seem to not be on the same page as other children, as far as creating things. The other children pick an idea and help see it through; my cupkeiki comes up with an idea and then either goes about doing her own thing with clay or adds large hunks of scratched clay here and there and then disappears under the table to play with the rolling chairs. She hasn’t got the notion of how to really make a complete project and that’s just fine. It’s still fun, she’s still being creative and learning…and I get to be creative too!
Our instructor has paid me several compliments, which of course make smile and feel confident in my art.
I am really enjoying the time I spend with my cupkeiki in this class. To see her creativity, and thinking process is fun, and to be able to make things with her that are outside of our home and not directed by me is wonderful!
If you’re looking for a new and exciting recipe to try, I encourage you to try Spatchcocked and Braise-Roasted Chicken from Food52!!
I was so excited to try this one and it came out with moist meat, crispy skin and a delicious herb note.
my seasoning always includes chili pepper flakes
I browned my chicken in a large cast iron skillet, it worked nicely. I transferred everything in the end into a roasting pan.
here it is browned and awaiting the liquid and herbs.
Lemon, rosemary, garlic, onion, wine and eventually 2C. Chicken broth sautéed in the cast iron skillet with the butter from browning the chicken.
I added approx. 2C. Shiitake mushrooms 10 min before the chicken was done.
I made mashed potatoes and a green salad to serve along with the chicken. With the chicken juices, I discarded the rosemary and lemon slices and thickened the sauce with cornstarch and a little half an half. The gravy was served over both the potatoes and the chicken!
Everyone thought this was really good! The recipe is great, and I’m sure I will make this again, as it was easy and delicious!!
Here’s the link: https://food52.com/recipes/8192-spatchcocked-and-braise-roasted-chicken
Snapped from my car window, if that wasn’t obvious from the blur. I really didn’t want to be one of the tourists backing up traffic just to get a glimpse at them.