Boredom and Terror, and Sweetness
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. It’s warming up out there and I had the radio going while I did some yard work, mostly cleaning up sticks from the willow tree and putting landscaping rocks in their proper place (snowplows tend to move more than snow) and a bit of raking. I wanted to get all that done before I plant a few geraniums and peonies to brighten up the yard, and that is next on the list.
For now, though, I’m enjoying the lovely bouquet of red mini-carnations in the kitchen. A Mother’s Day gift from my son, who took it upon himself to search through the flowers at the grocery store where he works to find the perfect flowers, for me. It was his idea, Mr. Sundberg told me. And he paid for the flowers himself. Add that to the beautiful letter my older daughter wrote to me, over a page, handwritten, sealed in a pink envelope, and the line in the card from everyone written by my younger daughter, “You are the best woman I know”, and what more could I ask for? Mr. Sundberg did present me with an envelope with a gift card for a massage inside, one hour, and that was pretty much the icing and the nuts on the cake.
I spent Mother’s Day on the road, mostly, with the windows open until I got chilled, good music on the radio, and a cup of gas station coffee to sip. Spent some time with the older daughter packing up her stuff, and I’ll get load number three on Friday, and this time she’ll ride home with me. We did a little shopping for panties (I call them “panties” because it makes her laugh), as someone pilfered the last bag of new underwear I bought her. Seriously. Then we had lunch (fish tacos for me, chicken sandwich for her, and a mother load of onion rings) and I got into the car and drove.
By the time I got home, it was late afternoon, and the kids were out at work and play practice, and I had some time to unload the car and sip some iced tea, and clean up the water leaking from the dishwasher. By mid-evening, we were together, eating ice cream and talking about nothing in particular, but talking, and it was just right. Especially that the ice cream had chunks of brownie in it. And then the kids went to do their schoolwork, and Mr. Sundberg went to his study to work on a speech, and I sat there at the table and just felt what it feels like to be “Mom.” Boredom and terror, and sweetness now and then. Works for me.
When summer rolls around it’s my intention to fill the fridge with fresh fruit and vegetables and yogurt and such, but now and then I get out the cooking gear and whip up something memorable — a layered rainbow cake, or funnel cakes, or fruit pizza. This recipe works well on cool spring nights when everyone is hungry for a little something before bed.
Home-fried Apple Fritters
1 heaping cup flour
⅓ cup sugar
1 tsp baking powder
2 tsp cinnamon
¼ tsp nutmeg
½ tsp vanilla
1 T butter, melted
⅓ cup milk, plus more if needed
1-1½ cups chopped apple, your favorite for eating, peanut sized or smaller
milk and powdered sugar glaze for dipping or just powdered sugar for dusting (about 1 cup pwd sugar + 1 T milk or more)
Mix all dry ingredients together. Slowly add the wet ingredients minus the apple. Carefully mix until well combined, and gently fold in apple pieces. Once the oil is ready (when a drop of water sizzles) then using a soup spoon, place a 4-5 balls of dough into the oil. Be careful not to overcrowd and watch carefully for the underside to turn golden brown. Gently flip over and continue frying until done. A good 30 seconds per side, but adjust cooking times based on size of fritters and temperature of your oil, ideally around 365°.
Cover with glaze or dust with powdered sugar. Serve warm, with milk.