Life here always has a slightly surrealistic quality. All summer I've been wanting to fix my version of mozzarella and tomato salad (1) for Mother and Daddy, because it's easy to fix and strikes me as exactly the sort of thing they'd like for their typical light suppers. When I described it, however, Mother gravely informed me that she is reluctant to eat dairy, because of her digestive problems. Okay, I can see that. Daddy seemed interested, though, so we got the stuff and I fixed it yesterday evening. I had some for lunch today, but Daddy hasn't tried it yet. Mother allowed as how it looked pretty, then sat down to a meal of milk toast (she had an upset stomach) followed by frozen yogurt and ice cream, all made with regular dairy. All righty, then. Hard to imagine what that meal would have been if she were not avoiding dairy. Maybe she would have put whipped cream on the applesauce cookie bar she had for dessert.
I strongly suspect we'll wind up going to Barbourville one day while I'm here, since both Mother and Daddy have independently asked me if there's anything else I want from the house there. Despite my "no's" they each commented that I can't know what's there till I see it again. And if I don't know what's there, how can I know whether I want it? Grrr.
(1) Mozzarella cubes, crumbled feta, cucumber, grape tomatoes, a touch of fresh basil, and balsamic vinegar dressing
I strongly suspect we'll wind up going to Barbourville one day while I'm here, since both Mother and Daddy have independently asked me if there's anything else I want from the house there. Despite my "no's" they each commented that I can't know what's there till I see it again. And if I don't know what's there, how can I know whether I want it? Grrr.
(1) Mozzarella cubes, crumbled feta, cucumber, grape tomatoes, a touch of fresh basil, and balsamic vinegar dressing