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Protected: The Past

Posted by Mummy Dearest on Jan-12-2020

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26.06.2019 FB

Posted by Mummy Dearest on Feb-27-2019

Brought up by something at that ISB place that I am a big fan of, I asked my Dad today : Didn’t we live in this compound owned by a Pramoj ? Yes, he replied. It was Seni Promoj.His wife was a beautiful and most mysterious woman. We knew as kids not to bother her. But when the monsoons came- we would go into their sortof decorative pool ( not a swimming pool at at all) dip our feet in and look for odd and mysterious fish.And she never sent a servant out to thrash us-

What do you know…

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Mom Rajawongse Seni Pramoj (Thai: ?????????????????? ??????, RTGS: Seni Pramot, IPA: [s??.ni? pra?.mô?t]; 26 May 1905 – 28 July 1997) was three times the prime minister of Thailand, a politician in the Democrat Party, lawyer, diplomat and pr…

The Gathering Storm

Posted by Mummy Dearest on May-22-2018

A storm is brewing.

Outside.

You know, a real storm.

No rain yet, not much wind.
But the thunder is a rumbling, like back in Omaha. ( Buffalo stampeding across the prairies)

No lightening to be seen yet, just a momentary brightening of the sky, which is that odd greeny color.

Nothing cosier- in my mind- than being inside and hearing that rumble of thunder.

Time for comfort food- will this be that chunk of lasagna ( which I insist has to be healthy… in some sortof way, as it contains almost a kilo of sandy spinach) or my ever faithful barley soup ?

I do love me a storm.

This has to *wrong*, in some sortof way.

 

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Jelly…Jello

Posted by Mummy Dearest on Mar-7-2011

I found red Jello at the AH in Waalwijk… a while ago. I bought two boxes of this stuff.

Anyone ever eat this stuff out of the box ? You know, spitty finger ? It is not red anymore, not out of the box. And out of the box is the only way that I ever liked Jello.

I loathe Jello. My Mother ( God rest her soul) always made these fruit molds. I know that there is an art to making Jello and fruit molds. I know this. My Mother’s Jello molds… things.. have been in our kitchen for just a cootie’s age. I simply am too ignorant to appreciate the art of Jello fruit molds. Anyone else thinking June Cleaver here ? Aprons ?

Sorry, Mom.

So I have two packs of red Jello . And Baby wants us to make Jello.  Tonight. Together.I have made a lot of food with French names ( which always makes it sound much more complicated than it is- thyme always works in a pinch), I have baked bread from scratch. But I have never made Jello.

This is a science class. Measuring cup, the big one. Check. The little whisk ( it is also called a *garde*) , no, the little one. Wooden spoon, little plate to rest the wooden spoon and the whisk  on and save a mess on the stove. Got it.

You have your box ? Fine. At least one of us has to have the directions. The water is boiling. Here we go. Potholders, whisk.  You stir. I am really making this into D-Day.  I am measuring water into those Jello molds to see which size we will need. The Fish. Oh Gosh. The biggest one.

The heat is bothering Baby, as she stirs. Can you feel crunchy sugar ?  Oh, duh whah? We change places.

We are going to need a platter and tinfoil. We are going to put the Jello in The Fish, on the platter and it has to cool down.  We have to cover it with tinfoil, or else it will taste like onions, or something else. Got a spot in the fridge for it now.

Then, when it is *solid* we have to flip this over.

In my experience, I tell Baby- who is 11-  it usually takes 3 times before you can figure out how to get a recipe right.

We are on number one.

The Fish is in the fridge.

This is Jello.

Smart

Posted by Mummy Dearest on Feb-25-2011

When I was about 11 or12, we lived in Frankfurt- this I know for sure- and I took this Iowa skills test, I also earned little badges for being healthy and athletic. I kid you not.

I blew the charts off on this Iowa business. I was really scared about this. Both of my parents were called in, and I could not have been there. And yet, I can see it so clearly. It was the gym. Now a days, I suppose that my parents were told that I was * gifted*.

My parents did everything  for this oddity that had befallen them. We moved to MA because the best schools are there. They did this, just for me.

They went deeply into debt. Just for me.

This is a horrible thing to say, but in the end, being smart is a curse. I cannot keep my brain straight- I see everyone’s point of view. Everyone is right. I am lost in the nuances  of grey.