Thoughts on Yankee Candle displays, flashing yellow lights and Labor Day

Unbelievably on this holiday weekend, T and I found a babysitter. She was one of Ol's camp counselors, and he just couldn't have adored her more. Free this afternoon and here now, T and I have, thus, had a fab few hours. We exercised, shopped a bit, ran some errands and felt quietly, happily, delightfully as if we were on a lengthy, productive date. Whilst in a local hardware store returning post-FBI-situation locks that didn't quite fit, I had the unfortunate experience of walking through and getting stalled in (by an unmoving shopper) a Yankee Candle display. I was all zen from my workout detox, and let me tell you that the horrible confluence of treacly aromas jolted me back into a very real present. I do not know how folks have these waxy smell-bombs all over their homes- do you? I would have a perpetual headache and feel hostile about the preponderance of sweet scent. Passing by a Bath and Body Works store elicits the same sense of immediate olfactory overload. Frantic thoughts of RUN flood my mind!

In any case, we were soon on to our next stop, and paused at a stoplight that was on flashing-yellow; you know, like a yield, or slow down and take caution thing. It's not a stop nor is it about to turn red, hence the flashing. One car -the left lane leader- had been sitting there waiting for the red for as long as we'd been approaching the light, and as we drove away, we watched as he sat. Block by block we drove, and still he sat. When we could see him no more, T and I looked at each other; no words were necessary. Good grief, people. If high school Driver's Ed goes the way of Typing -perhaps two of the three most valuable courses I took in high schools- we as a country are in trouble.

Y'all should see the pickled cauliflower just curing away on my counter. I loooove this recipe. Mmm mmm! Tonight we're going to grill the fixings for fajitas, and I'm going to make a corn salsa, some guac, margaritas and a spiced plum cobbler for dessert. This recipe is from my friend, Suzanne, and it recently won a Community Pick nod on Food 52. Our friend, Bevi, has made it about ten times since Suzanne posted it last month, so I am way overdue. It sounds perfect for this evening!

Hope you're all having a lovely Labor Day weekend, if you're Stateside, or a lovely one in general if you're elsewhere. Adios!

Basil-pecan pesto

Jack has a great buddy, K, who is as creative and fashion-forward as is he; also, K has a little sister with whom Ol is good friends. This afternoon, I took the boys to K's house as he'd written a new Star Wars movie over the summer, The New Republic, and wanted to film it with friends in all the starring roles. Little sibs played "younglings", a cast of ten or so 2nd graders battled to the multiple deaths over good and evil, and K's dad sportingly filmed all six scenes. It was definitely a terrifically fun activity for a Saturday afternoon, and it was great to see the kids all together again. When we got home, the boys ate -Oliver is on a pancake kick and will only eat pancakes for about 90% of each day- and Jack graduated from his fifth day of grounding by getting dessert. He thrilled in the taste of ice cream and said, "I really didn't like being grounded. It was NOT fun." Hopefully that is a long-lasting realization. I started in on recreating the basil-pecan pesto, and think I've mostly got it! Gorgeous, yes?

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I then managed to make the most pitifully drab pasta IN.THE.WORLD. and am now in a slight sulk about how terribly average it was. Tom swears it was good, but I know better. You win some, you lose some.

Roasted tomato jam

My sister has just informed me that I am turning into an Italian grandmother. I love it! Perhaps perfectly in line with that, I've just wrapped up the roasted tomato jam, a new recipe from Amanda Hesser. Spiced with chiles, fennel, cinnamon and lemon, it's savory-sweet and the most beautiful color. I can taste it atop a salty cheese and grilled bread, or warmed and spooned over fresh ricotta. Hmm...

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