Ryan’s sister, Alison, invited us over for dinner yesterday because she is nice and knows that we don’t care that she only has eight mis-matched forks, even though she’s been married for over 20 years. Luckily, I was able to snag one of the forks to eat my food, although I feel kind of bad about Alison’s husband, Bryant, having to eat with a spatula.
The food was really good, especially the bread braid the sesame cream cheese dip with pears and crackers, which I plan to attempt for the next WBWG meeting. (Trust me, writers, it’s going to blow your mind.) I made a lumpy Jell-O salad, which I can blame almost entirely on the fact that I had to leave it right after I stirred in the hot water to remove a screaming Max from the bathtub, then I dressed him, then turned on a movie for him, then walked downstairs and checked the laundry, then had a tortilla chip, then turned on some music, then yelled for Christian to get dressed and stop playing his video games naked, then wiped down the kitchen counter, then saw the Jell-O sitting there, then said a bad word. I don’t deserve to be called a Utahn. (For the Jell-O or the bad word.)
After dinner, Alison retrieved their wiry-head-scratcher-thingie, which I give an enthusiastic two thumbs up! It did nothing for Ryan or Bryant, which just goes to show that they have absolutely no taste in wiry-head-scratcher-thingies, because if that didn’t feel good to you, then NOTHING WILL. Max especially liked it and tried it on his head, his face, and probably their toilet.
We stuck around long enough for Alison to whip up a batch of peanut butter bars with chocolate frosting. I really admire the fact that she has all the ingredients on-hand and twenty minutes later has a pan full of peanut-butter happiness. I probably have the ingredients on hand, but I just let them sit in the cupboard and hope that they will magically mix themselves together and put themselves in the oven. I have so much to learn. Eventually we left because Alison stopped feeding us, and we loaded in the car and drove away with them waving to us in their doorway. Having family around is something we really appreciate right now, with the prospect of moving away looming closer and closer with Ryan’s graduation. Who else is going to invite you over for dinner on Sunday night? Who else is going to make you peanut butter bars? Who else is going to have a head-scratcher-thingie that fits perfectly into your purse when nobody is looking?
