patches of cocoa, marshmallow, glimpses of spring along the street, and mayhaps magic pasta
Here we are. Saturday morning. There is the smallest sliver of sun trying to pierce the heavy grey clouds that blanket this end of winter sky. My fingers are crossed. Grey, grey days dampen my spirits somewhat.
Julian is away again. His dad is dying … last stages of cancer. Julian is spending the weekend by his side. Lots of talking. Long hours when it seems Robert has moved too far away to notice. Then, Julian mentions Brisbane to his step-mom and Robert pips up … “I hate Brisbane!” Julian replies, “But we both met our wives in Brisbane. It can’t be that bad.” Makes me smile. Hopefully brought Julian and Charlene a moment of sweet relief.
Abby, Fu and I … we are looking after the chickens and rabbits and mice. Thinking about working on assignments – oh my, last week was a self-induced horror. A case study on the endocrine system was left to the utterly last moment. After two frantic afternoons of research, there was an all night writing session … all in amongst four afternoons of babysitting, regular class assignments, pracs, mothering and trying to keep some sort of order in the house. Blimey. I’m a bit over this student life.
But yesterday was a student free day at Abby’s school and I had no classes. So, whilst thinking of Julian, his dad and step-mom, we spent a quiet day in the living room. Not noticing the grey (trying!). Snipping and sewing beautiful fabrics. A couple of newly acquired pieces. Most dragged into service from the stash. Drawing patterns for dolls and their clothes. Stitching tiny appliques onto felt tshirts. Needlefelting outrageous hair. Supping hot cocoa. Enjoying our littlest bunny hopping round and round the room – nestling into baskets of wool, testing the tastiness of the piano stool, clambering into the bookcase. We watched two favourite films – The Brothers Bloom and No Reservations.
Which sent me to the shop for pasta ingredients … we tried Martha Stewart’s One Pot Pasta dinner. A recipe so improbable it made us think we’d probably need some of Strega Nona’s magic to pull it off. Which we pulled out and read for fun and realised the colours of my growing quilt were pure Strega! Verdict? Martha’s pasta was surely easy and quick to make and was certainly very edible. A bit like a spaghetti risotto.
But not a patch on Nick’s No Reservations tomato pasta – a favourite in Bootville. And we remembered how, after seeing this film for the first time, Julian cooked the pasta recipe on the back of the film flyer, Abby constructed a safari tent in the living room and brought down her stuffed animals, and I gathered all the candle sticks in the house and arranged them in our non-functioning fireplace. And we too ate our pasta on safari and played pick up sticks with italian grissini.