It is Sunday, and again I’m cooking broccoli soup. I did not fully disclose the reason for last week’s broccoli soup: we had leftover veg from school snack. Each school day a student is asked to provide a specific snack, and two Friday’s ago it was broccoli and crackers. The parent brought in a 3-pound bag from Costco for 13 children, most of whom won’t even EAT broccoli. So as you can see, I was doing everyone a favor by using up the remaining 2.5 pounds of broccoli leftover from school snack. Last week’s pot of soup was SO YUMMY that all three of us enjoyed it for many lunches. I feel terrible when I purchase vegetables and don’t use them—I always picture the migrant workers, bent and tired, picking the broccoli so we can have it on our tables.
In the oven is a new creamed spinach recipe. It’s easy to stir up creamed spinach, but this recipe has an jalapeno pepper in it! If it’s good, I’ll share the recipe next time! And Hubby, aka The Grill Master, is marinating sirloin steaks we purchased at Costco this afternoon. It will be a veritable feast!
This peaceful day of reading Here Be Dragons on the couch under a blanket and puttering in the kitchen was well-deserved after our 24 hours away to Flagstaff on Friday /Saturday to check in on our youngest, William. We’d had several angsty texts from him over the week, with worries ranging from health issues, to a failed Chemistry exam, to not being able to find affordable housing for the next school year. I was born with strong empathy (not exactly a gift, I assure you) and was worried all week. I am sooooooo lucky to be married to my best friend who usually agrees with me . . . and who also felt it was a good idea to drive the 2.5 hours up into the mountains to check in our boy (who is a sophomore studying Chemistry at NAU).
Well. We knew it was going to snow, but little did we know we were driving into a snow storm! I was excited to see snow falling from the sky since it had been seven years since I’d seen that magic in motion. We were two hours up the mountain when the snow started to come down hard. Visibility was good, but the road was slippery. Cars were avoiding one snow-laden lane completely, so we proceeded slowly up the mountain in single file, each driver happy to follow the path carved out by the cars leading this strange parade.
Still daylight, it was hard for me to enjoy the postcard-perfect views of the snowy forest out the window when I knew Hubby was tense and anxious about road conditions. On the right side, two SUVs had slid off the road and were without passengers in the ditch. Just before Munds Park, a semi had jack-knifed into the grassy area that is the median, blocking one lane completely. (We later found out that ADOT closed that stretch of highway an hour after we had driven it!) We arrived safe and sound, only an hour late, and were so happy to take William and his girlfriend to dinner and for groceries. And by golly, I believe we solved all the problems, arranging for a two-bedroom for Fall and after his roommate graduates, an adorable, tiny studio for the Spring semester. It was fun to be sooooo cold; yesterday was 20 and when we went to bed Friday night, the temperature was 4 degrees! 4 DEGREES!!!
I’m always grateful that our three children have stuck so close to home. It feels good to be able to swoop in and save the day (as long as it’s welcomed help), and have a little adventure, too. I’d forgotten the peacefulness of falling snow. As Hubby fixed their apartment dishwasher, I stood on the patio, watching the wind blow snow out of the trees in the quiet forest area outside their front door. I was awed by the humongous ravens cawing and flying about, and breathed the cold air deeply into my lungs. I thought to myself, surely this is a precious moment that I will hold close for a long time.