Dinner With The Sherpa
The Sherpa came for dinner last night. The Sherpa did not come weighted down with backpacks and parcels, she came by herself, looking tremendously beautiful and glamorous.
The Sherpa is Beloved's mother, also known as G, short for GG, short for Gorgeous Grandma. We use the term 'sherpa' affectionately, for to look at her, she is incredibly slight, but she has the strength of an ox, and works harder, physically, than anyone I've ever met. She puts me to shame. Frequently.
She phoned us up one day and asked if we could go over and help move a roomful of large, heavy terracotta pots. They were in the garden and needed to come in to the porch. We were busy but told her we'd be over in an hour.
An hour later we turned up. The Sherpa came to the door, sweat dripping down her face. 'It's alright,' she beamed. 'I've done it myself.'
When there was a terrible rainfall last year, the entire beach area was evacuated, and huge floods were predicted. The Sherpa moved all her furniture upstairs to the second floor.
ALL HER FURNITURE.
BY HERSELF.
I love Beloved's entire family. My entire family adore Beloved. We are fairly certain that if ever - heaven forbid - we were to split up, his family would take me, and mine would take him.
But, back to dinner. I made two dishes I need to share with you. A cauliflower and stilton soup that was delicious, and a recipe for zucchini that has entirely changed my mind about zucchini.
I have some zucchini in the fridge. I'll try that recipe tonight, as the only way I cook zucchini ar home is fried. not very tasty, are they?
I have some zucchini in the fridge. I'll try that recipe tonight, as the only way I cook zucchini ar home is fried. not very tasty, are they?
My God how I love your foodie posts! These sound delish. And I thought I was the only one who took pictures of my culinary creations. =)
Re: the Sherpa...
My best girlfriend must be cut from the same cloth as your Beloved's mama. She is a single mom to three teenage girls (her twins are 18 and she has a surly 16 yr. old as well), she's a kindergarten teacher, grade-level chairperson at her school, and a full-time student again herself! Not only that, on the weekends she's found in the yard doing really tough man-type work, or in the kitchen - where (thank God) she's not so great, or she's doing some kind of plumbing, auto repair, or roofing. She goes 150 miles per hour, non-stop, all the time and it makes me feel like a worthless lump just sitting and playing around on the internet (checking your blog about 6 times a day), or - on my “work” days - baking cookies and scones for a local coffee shop. I cook, clean and do the grocery shopping and once in a great while I can be found doing laundry, although there has to be a pretty large mountain of it for that to happen. Seriously, that's the limit of my activities.
Where do these women come from and how do we make sure our husbands/boyfriends/significant others do not become aware of the existence of such creatures? I truly believe that if I’d lived a hundred years ago, I wouldn’t have made it past the age of ten or so. I’m not even talking about the hard, heavy work that women had to do, just the fact that they had to wear so many clothes and survive without air conditioning! It would’ve done me in. So, more power to the I-can-do-anything variety of women, but I think I’ll just be thankful that I can type away, sip my cappuccino and test new cookie recipes. What a lucky spoiled brat I am.
My God how I love your foodie posts! These sound delish. And I thought I was the only one who took pictures of my culinary creations. =)
Re: the Sherpa...
My best girlfriend must be cut from the same cloth as your Beloved's mama. She is a single mom to three teenage girls (her twins are 18 and she has a surly 16 yr. old as well), she's a kindergarten teacher, grade-level chairperson at her school, and a full-time student again herself! Not only that, on the weekends she's found in the yard doing really tough man-type work, or in the kitchen - where (thank God) she's not so great, or she's doing some kind of plumbing, auto repair, or roofing. She goes 150 miles per hour, non-stop, all the time and it makes me feel like a worthless lump just sitting and playing around on the internet (checking your blog about 6 times a day), or - on my “work” days - baking cookies and scones for a local coffee shop. I cook, clean and do the grocery shopping and once in a great while I can be found doing laundry, although there has to be a pretty large mountain of it for that to happen. Seriously, that's the limit of my activities.
Where do these women come from and how do we make sure our husbands/boyfriends/significant others do not become aware of the existence of such creatures? I truly believe that if I’d lived a hundred years ago, I wouldn’t have made it past the age of ten or so. I’m not even talking about the hard, heavy work that women had to do, just the fact that they had to wear so many clothes and survive without air conditioning! It would’ve done me in. So, more power to the I-can-do-anything variety of women, but I think I’ll just be thankful that I can type away, sip my cappuccino and test new cookie recipes. What a lucky spoiled brat I am.