The most right thing
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. It’s been a humdinger of a few days and I’m happy to say we made it through a number of holiday gatherings intact. I am tempted to use the word “gauntlet” but that implies something not positive and all in all it was a good time. The kids got some lovely gifts from their grandparents — money, books, slippers, hunting knives — and some really memorable gifts from Mr. Sundberg and myself: a letterman’s jacket, a unicycle, some fine leather boots. And flannel pajamas. And underwear.
We ate well. Ham and turkey, ham and turkey, ham and turkey. Lots of ham and turkey. I love ham. I really like turkey. And now I am craving fajitas. And hamburgers. And rice. Maybe a salad even. And a nap. Oh, yes, a nap. Because my mother gave me this lovely blanket — soft and ivory and plush and warm — and I need it to be wrapped around my body at some point as I drift away from the stress.
Because there is always a bit of stress in the joy of the season. It kind of culminated in a comment from Mr. Sundberg’s brother about how we always leave early, and nice how the car was parked in such a way (I backed into their driveway to ease up the unloading process) as to make a fast getaway. Well, it was easy to get out of the driveway. However, the whole wanting to leave early thing has been an issue over the years, and the truth of the matter is not that we want to get away from family, but rather go toward time alone. Together. In this beautiful season. Because Mr. Sundberg works hard, very hard, and I rarely see him, and it’s mighty difficult to sit staring at plates of food and making small talk and playing games when really all I want to do is snuggle up in his arms by the fire with the tree on and the kids tucked away. Feels selfish to me. But it’s true. It’s not about not enjoying relatives and such. I love all that. But I love even more being alone with the people I strangely don’t get enough of. I don’t think that’s wrong. In fact, I think it’s the most right thing.
Anyway, it’s not an argument. It’s simply a plug for intimacy, and for time at home, and for something like fajitas or even a frozen pizza. I wish all of that for Mr. Sundberg’s brother, and perhaps for someone with whom to share it all. And that would be my Christmas wish, for him and for all people who feel a bit lonely.
Here’s a recipe for fajita beef that’ll make you tip without a doubt. Cook it up tonight, and Enjoy!
Marinated Beef for Fajitas
1/2 bunch cilantro, chopped
the juice of 4 limes
1 tsp cumin
1 tsp garlic powder
1 tsp paprika
4 cloves garlic, peeled and chopped
3-4 lb beef skirt steak, trimmed
Place ingredients in a sealed container. Marinate in the refrigerator from 20 mins to 8 hrs, turning regularly. Remove meat and place on heated broiler or grill. Cook to medium rare, slice thinly and serve with your favorite fresh fajita toppings like grilled onion, tomato and sautéed pepper. Add avocado if you’re an avocado person and roll in a warm tortilla.