Thursday, May 6, 2010

The Mother of All Sundays

After a week of staring at my dead computer, I finally received my new power adapter and I’m back in the saddle again (curse you Dell). It wasn’t easy using my husband’s baby PC for these past few days. Truth be told, he didn’t like me using it anymore than I did but he didn’t complain about it, not even once. He’s no fool; I am responsible for his supply of clean underwear after all. Since I’ve kind of been in crisis mode for awhile, I find myself with so much to say that I really don’t know where to start. I guess the first thing I should do is remind my loving little family that Mother’s Day is around the corner and unless you all want to feel the effects of my own version of passive aggression, you might want to start making your plans. I reference the above mentioned clean underwear you all enjoy so much. I’m really pretty easy to please when it comes to this most revered of all days. I don’t like to go out to eat because the last thing I want to do is shove my feet into a pair of high heels and wait for our name to be called over the intercom at an over crowded restaurant. I don’t even mind doing the cooking for everyone. I just don’t like the clean up. I love fresh flowers, a cold glass of my favorite Sauvignon Blanc and an imported copy of the latest Hello magazine. I hope that makes things easy for you.

I’m pretty blessed in the mother category myself. The woman that gave birth to me was a pretty little bit of a thing with the heart of a lioness. Her hair was really dark brown, but to know this you’d have to look quickly at her roots before she’d drag out her plastic squeeze bottle and drench them in a magical lavender cream, that after about 30 minutes, would restore her to her “naturally” beautiful state of platinum blondness. I inherited her love for this lavender cream as evidenced by the Warm Caramel #4 streaks which appear in my hair every six weeks like clockwork. My mom is also responsible for my love of cooking. There wasn’t much of anything that she couldn’t skillfully cook with or without a recipe. She was also a master of kitchen improvisation. She could make a three course meal out of a can of tuna, a cup of sugar and a tablespoon of mayonnaise. I am so sad to say that I lost her when I was only twenty-one which left me with a truckload of leftover guilt from my turbulent teenage years. I can’t thank my own children enough for unknowingly helping me deal with this pain, for with their births came an understanding of a mother’s unconditional love that assured me there were no hard feelings.

Standing in the wings up until this time was the woman my father married after he and my mom divorced. Believe me when I say that I tried my best to run her off, but she was a pretty stubborn little thing herself (my father obviously had a type) and let it be known that she wasn't going anywhere. She never wanted or attempted to take my mother’s place but was always there in her absence when a mother’s presence was required. She held my hand during the preparations for my wedding and the birth of both of my children, and then we held each other’s hands when we lost my dad much too soon. She is the only maternal grandmother that my children have ever known, and what a great one she is to them. Now, almost ten years after we lost my father, she is still just as much of a part of our lives as she has ever been. I guess she must have really meant that message she sent out all those years ago. She really is here to stay.

This Sunday, as the matriarch of our little clan, I will gracefully accept all of the fanfare and adoration that my family is willing to bestow upon me. I will hopefully smell my flowers, drink my wine, read my imported Hello magazine and go take a nap while my family cleans the kitchen. Oh don’t worry; I won’t be too hard on them and do my best to keep the dirty dishes to a minimum. I’m planning on preparing one of my favorite meals; a nice big wedge salad (photo and recipe follow), some grilled prawns and a yet to be determined decadent dessert (unless someone would like to buy me some Godiva chocolates). I hope everyone has as great a Mother’s Day as I surely will, whether you are a mother or love someone who is.

Bacon Blue Cheese and Pear Wedge Salad

1 medium head of iceberg lettuce, cut into 6 wedges of equal size
Herbed Bleu Cheese Dressing (recipe found under the Dressing heading on the sidebar)
2 large ripe pears, cored and chopped into bite size pieces
1 small orange bell pepper, chopped
8 large roasted tomatoes
6 thick rashers of smoked streaky bacon, cooked to crispy and chopped
Candied Pecans (recipe found on the same page as the Herbed Bleu Cheese Dressing)
4 green onion tops, sliced into ¼” slices across
Salt and Pepper to taste

Place lettuce wedges on chilled plates. Top each with desired amounts of the dressing and then the listed ingredients in desired order and enjoy.

Serves 6.
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