Day Thirty-One: From Pupusas to Aebleskivers
I'm going to tell this day backwards, because I feel like it.
We read bedtime stories of Anne of Green Gables, Ladybug Girl and Bingo, and The Gruffalo.
For dinner, I whipped up a batch of cheese pupusas made with blue masa, cabbage slaw, and black beans. Why blue masa? Because one time I found blue on the clearance shelf and bought it instead of yellow, and William decided from then on it was blue pupusas or no pupusas in our house. So now we special order 10 lbs. at a time. He is very persuasive. (Also, it's yummy, and more nutritious).
(Don't know what pupusas are? They are a Salvadoran masa flatbread that can have various fillings... come visit and I'll take you to a pupuseria!).
Jeremy and William got back from fishing on the farm with an Easter package for Taiya from her Gammie - a pink Num Noms lip balm-making truck. It's hard to explain. Since William's package from Gammie hadn't come yet, they played with it together. It doesn't make noises, so that's a plus... I can only handle one toy at a time that farts and tells jokes. Taiya was in raptures over all the fun parts and pieces, so pink, so glittery, so adorable.
Jeremy took William fishing in the afternoon, and Taiya and I forged through some more worksheets for school. We're two weeks behind, but making slow progress. We worked on the porch in the sun until Daisy found us and wouldn't stop nipping us with her sharp puppy fangs.
We have a composting toilet, a Sun-Mar variety. It's part of our way of reducing our impact on the planet - not using perfectly good drinking water to wash our waste away. We've had it for about ten years now, and it normally functions perfectly well. However, with all this extra home-time, it has been put to the test and today it failed the test. I will not horrify you with the details, but Jeremy and I spent quite a while after I returned from errands dealing with this catastrophe. While I was doing the last of the washing up, William was crying because I wouldn't make him a sock monkey RIGHT NOW. I hollered to Jeremy, who had gone outside, to come cheer him up since I couldn't handle cleaning up liquefied poo AND a child crying over a random, sudden need for a sock monkey. Jeremy cheered him up by offering to take him fishing.
I left the compound for the first time in a while, to deliver eggs and a puppy. I delivered eggs to our
loyal customer in Fort Smith, wearing a bandanna around my face for the first time. She gave the kids another load of buttons and some beautiful beads for them to play with. We chatted for a while at a six-foot distance, and it was so nice to see a friend! I then went to a meeting spot to give the puppy to its new owner, the mother of one of Jeremy's coworkers. I first had to get gas, which I did wearing rubber gloves and wearing my bandit mask. No one else that I could see was taking these precautions, but I'll be damned if I get coronavirus on the ONE time I'm out doing an errand. The puppy's new owner showed up soon after, and got the shy, nervous puppy. So long, Clock! (That was the kids' name for this little one... I have no idea why.)
(It's hard writing a day backwards. I did that last paragraph in the wrong (right?) order. No matter! Onward! (Or is it backward?))
Taiya and William played PBS Kids video games for much of the morning, which might be educational? They involve shapes and counting, and animals and such. Thank you, PBS, for existing and not rotting my children's brains!
For breakfast, we made aebleskivers, a traditional Moats family recipe. William calls them round pancakes, which is confusing, but "spherical" pancakes is a little past his vocabulary. Taiya fills them with jam, and William prefers to dip his into maple syrup. I like them either way. Jeremy just grabs a few and runs. Everyone has their own aebleskiver way.
I woke up early, made a cup of Earl Grey, and got to work. I am officially on half-time now until this is all over, which takes the pressure off a bit. But it still is hard to find four hours of uninterrupted time per day. Early mornings are my best chance.
(Phew! I think I did it! That was hard!)
We read bedtime stories of Anne of Green Gables, Ladybug Girl and Bingo, and The Gruffalo.
For dinner, I whipped up a batch of cheese pupusas made with blue masa, cabbage slaw, and black beans. Why blue masa? Because one time I found blue on the clearance shelf and bought it instead of yellow, and William decided from then on it was blue pupusas or no pupusas in our house. So now we special order 10 lbs. at a time. He is very persuasive. (Also, it's yummy, and more nutritious).
(Don't know what pupusas are? They are a Salvadoran masa flatbread that can have various fillings... come visit and I'll take you to a pupuseria!).
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| Frying up the pupusas. |
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| The uncooked pupusas. |
Jeremy took William fishing in the afternoon, and Taiya and I forged through some more worksheets for school. We're two weeks behind, but making slow progress. We worked on the porch in the sun until Daisy found us and wouldn't stop nipping us with her sharp puppy fangs.
We have a composting toilet, a Sun-Mar variety. It's part of our way of reducing our impact on the planet - not using perfectly good drinking water to wash our waste away. We've had it for about ten years now, and it normally functions perfectly well. However, with all this extra home-time, it has been put to the test and today it failed the test. I will not horrify you with the details, but Jeremy and I spent quite a while after I returned from errands dealing with this catastrophe. While I was doing the last of the washing up, William was crying because I wouldn't make him a sock monkey RIGHT NOW. I hollered to Jeremy, who had gone outside, to come cheer him up since I couldn't handle cleaning up liquefied poo AND a child crying over a random, sudden need for a sock monkey. Jeremy cheered him up by offering to take him fishing.
I left the compound for the first time in a while, to deliver eggs and a puppy. I delivered eggs to our
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| Safety first! |
(It's hard writing a day backwards. I did that last paragraph in the wrong (right?) order. No matter! Onward! (Or is it backward?))
Taiya and William played PBS Kids video games for much of the morning, which might be educational? They involve shapes and counting, and animals and such. Thank you, PBS, for existing and not rotting my children's brains!
For breakfast, we made aebleskivers, a traditional Moats family recipe. William calls them round pancakes, which is confusing, but "spherical" pancakes is a little past his vocabulary. Taiya fills them with jam, and William prefers to dip his into maple syrup. I like them either way. Jeremy just grabs a few and runs. Everyone has their own aebleskiver way.
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| Aebleskivers cooking in their special cast iron pan. |
I woke up early, made a cup of Earl Grey, and got to work. I am officially on half-time now until this is all over, which takes the pressure off a bit. But it still is hard to find four hours of uninterrupted time per day. Early mornings are my best chance.
(Phew! I think I did it! That was hard!)
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