On a recent Saturday, I went with several of my knitting friends to a fiber festival about 90 minutes from where we live. What is a fibers festival, you ask? It’s a lot of damn yarn. Too much to possibly wrap your head around. I gave myself a budget beforehand and am happy to report I stuck to it. It was not easy.
With this long day on my agenda, I told my husband and daughter that they would be responsible for dinner, as I would not be home until late, and I would be tired. Both of those things were true.
When I returned to Casa de Traver, it was determined that they would make shrimp and grits. Yum! One of my faves!
Then the drama ensued.
Josie started out making the grits, but she soon realized she needed Brett’s help for the shrimp preparation. Everyone got salty about the overlapping of tasks. For the record, I make this meal all the time and do it all alone by my own damn self.
They initially wanted me to supervise and offer guidance, but after about five minutes in the kitchen with those two bickering, I took my glass of wine and went into the living room to read. They were stressing me the fuck out. Cooking is my Zen time, and these two were being way too sassy for my taste. Too much fussing!
I read peacefully for some time, and then they beckoned me to dinner. I must say, despite the rocky start, they pulled out a very fine meal. The shrimp and grits were as good as mine, and they even did some roasted broccoli to top it off. I praised their efforts and told them how nice it was to be cooked for.
Don’t get me wrong, I love to cook. However, sometimes it is nice to get a break. They even cleaned up after the meal, which was a major bonus. I hate the cleanup.
I love my family so much. Food is how we bond. No one loves to eat more than the Travers, and the fact that we are all capable of preparing a first-class meal is a huge plus.
I’m sure I will continue to do most of our food prep. I’m good with that. As I said, I love to cook. However, I’m not going to lie, after a long day on the road, it was sure nice to have a delicious meal prepared for me.
Many thanks to my family for their love and efforts. We take care of each other. Despite some tension, we manage to pull it together and have a good time and a great meal. A family that cooks together, stays together. Or at least that is my hope.
Angela Traver
What is this blog about? Well, it's a general blog, but it is also a very specific blog. If you get that reference, you get a gold star! I have been a public relations professional and writer of press releases for more than 20 years—primarily in the booze biz. I decided to do some writing for fun and embrace the humor that gets me through most days. Hopefully it will make you chuckle—or at least smile. I’m a certified crazy magnet, and more than a little nutty myself, so buckle up. Also, I have two vices—profanity and red wine/whiskey. You’ve been warned. It should also be noted, that I’m a HUGE Bob & Sheri fan. I’ve been a listener for more than 20 years. This opportunity is a dream come true and it may have made me cry. That being said, I cry at everything. If you are into booze, dogs, food and/or knitting, hit me up on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter (although I’m terrible at Twitter and it scares me) @kyspiritsgal. You can also find all my previous blog posts at www.kyspiritsgal.com.
