Here’s to the bright side and to pencil sharpeners that work

Archived | September 9, 2010 | By

Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. The State Fair show is one of my favorites, and this one was right up there. I was able to hear it all despite the noise the kids were making as they ran back and forth between their rooms getting their stuff together for school. Which started Tuesday. And let’s all thank the Lord for that.
Not that I don’t want my kids around. But the summer was good and long, and the cool winds of autumn are blowing, and it’s time. Enough swimming, enough road trips to cabins and swimming and poison ivy and sand in the sheets. Enough sunscreen on the sliding glass door and watermelon rinds on the porch steps and flip flops piled up on the doormat. Enough bare foot prints on the hardwood floors and Popsicle sticks in the planters. Time for school and everything that comes with it.
So the bus pulled up just after 7:00 a.m., and the kids were ready to go, backpacks stuffed with notebooks and pencils and cell phones and snacks. They stood there, fidgeting a bit, on the corner across the way, waiting with more than a bit of apprehension for the day to commence. What can I tell them? They’re not at an age where “be kind to your neighbor” is always going to work. People can be cruel, and I know that, and so do they. What I do tell them is that most of the crap they’ll encounter isn’t about them; it’s about the other person, and that if they run into someone who doesn’t get who they are, who somehow misses, with a sensibility lacking in emotional sensitivity, the goodness in them, let it go. Takes all kinds to make a world, and not everyone is plugged in to healthful reality. There’s going to be name-calling and there’s going to be pain, in one form or another. It’s tempting to strike back and find names of your own to holler out. Rather, take the high road, have compassion, look for the best in others, and give them the benefit of the doubt. You have only so many days in a life, and each one ought to have in it, at some moment, a kind of clarity that you really are okay, you really are headed in the right direction, and you do have enough #2 pencils to get you through the day. Hard to find that moment when you let the bullies pull you down. Sure is, and here’s to the bright side, and to pencil sharpeners that work.
Mrs. Sundberg’s Spaghetti Pie
I must have made this pie a thousand times and have yet to hear a complaint. The more cheese, the better. Serve with a loaf of warm sourdough and a plate of steamed asparagus.
6-8 oz cooked spaghetti, cooled a bit
2 eggs
1/4 cup parmesan cheese
Dash or two garlic salt.
1 T parsley
Mix together above ingredients.
Pour into lightly greased pie plate.
Press gently from center toward edges to form a “crust.”
Layer 1 cup shredded mozzarella cheese over spaghetti.
Pour as much of a jar of your favorite spaghetti sauce over as will reasonably fit. I like Prego, myself, but make my own on occasion. You can add ground beef, more cheese, pepperoni, or anything else you wish. Mushrooms sautéed in olive oil, perhaps.
Bake at 350 for 25 minutes. Serves 4.
To double, use 12-16 oz cooked spaghetti (more is a thicker base) and 2+ cups of cheese, etc. Bake in a greased 9 x 13 cake pan at 350 uncovered for 35-40 minutes.