Ungrateful Wretches prefer snobber

Here's Davey.  My man.  Looks good, huh?  That's one of his new headshots, again by the man in Calgary.

Here's me sitting in North Park Church in Boston.  I was there with my friend Melanie Julian from Eugene.  She was showing me around on Valentine's Day.  North Park is the famous church where Paul Revere's cohort hung the "two if by sea" lanterns.  The famous "Paul Revere's Ride" poem was written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow!  Melanie took this shot and the next with her camera.  She's holding it out to shadow her face from the amazing sunset as we walked back over the bridge from visiting the USS Constitution which is sitting in the bay.  Thanks, Melanie for sending me these pics.  They bring back good memories and further urgency to write... as soon as I can that is.

The next picture is one of many from Donovan of his favorite Pokemon characters.  This one is Steelix, I believe.

The final picture is our backyard a couple days ago.  Now the snow is almost ALL gone.  the ground is soggy and the earth is warming.

Today I made an incredible meal.  I roasted a chicken with slabs of butter, garlic and oregano stems poked all over and inside it and doused with lemon pepper and coriander chutney.  It smelled so good!  Then I commenced with making one of Davey's very favorite foods: stuffing.  Yep.  Stuffing with sausage and apple and loads of sage and crumbs from my homemade whole wheat sourdough bread.  (I know it sounds like I'm only boasting, but hang with me here, this is a build up.)  Then I looked in Jamie Oliver's game cookbook and saw how he throws herb-roasted birds onto a slab of polenta on a big cutting board, so I borrowed this idea, too!  Two hours later the house smelled of garlic, I was thickening a sauce of drippings and sherry and Dave walked in, and he knew.  HE knew how to appreciate the feast I was creating for my director-husband.  My children, on the other hand, are the most ungrateful wretches!  "Uhg!  Gross! I hate porridge!  I not eating that!"  They couldn't stand the sight of it on the table let alone the textures in their little mouths.  After 15 minutes of straight complaining I finally just had to leave the table.  I'm so tired.  I didn't want to hear complaints about home cooked food.

My nose hurts.  Yeah.  I have been draining the past few days from my sinus infection (I think), but this is extra sore... right over the bridge!  It's so tender to the touch... I wonder if I have a small infection THERE?  Anyway...  I've really been going through the Kleenex around here.  I have to keep stopping in the middle of reading to Weston on the couch and blow my tickly nose.  Weston watches me, irritated at the interruption, and then finally says, "Mom?"  "Yeah? (cough)" I respond all plugged up.  "I think you have too much snobber."  "Yes, Weston.  I do.  I'm sorry."  "You can eat it you know."  "I know... but I don't like to."  "I do; I think it's tasty!"

There you have it.

No wonder they don't like gourmet roasted chicken.

They cringe at polenta under chunks of savory meat...

But snobber is tasty!

God help me.