Lesson With a Flair

Abigail has been making dinner on Sunday nights.

I got really stressed about her learning to cook before she goes to college.

I am not sure why since that is at least 7 years away,

but it's all good since it gets me out of dinner duty on Sunday.

Abigail loves to search the cookbooks for something.

She is completely opposite from me.

I like to cook the same thing over and over again

so I don't have to refer to a recipe.

Anyway, last Sunday, Abigail found a recipe for

Chicken Catchatore. Or however you spell that.

I have never made it before, how would I know.

We decided to tweak the recipe a bit

because we don't shop on Sunday

and we didn't have all the required ingredients.

However we did have ginger.

Abigail wanted to add it.

LG kept saying to add more.

I told him that ginger is really strong

but he wanted more.

We ended up chopping and sauteeing

what Abigail calls

a whole leg of ginger.

About an eighth of a cup.

We fried it up with garlic and onion

and the diced tomatoes

and added some spinach

and then added the leftover Thanksgiving turkey.

And Abigail declared proudly to her sisters

that we would be eating

turkey catchatore with a flair.

I said, "One big flair of ginger,"

as I secretly added some brown sugar and milk

to lighten up the overwhelming ginger.

Abigail and Bella then got into it

about what kind of noodles were being served.

Abigail assured Bella that they were linguine.

Bella argued back, like she had some kind of authority in the matter

knowing full well that Abigail was

the one to fetch the noodles from the box.

Before I knew it, Abigail and Bella were having it out

about noodles.

I then hollered,

"Fine, you are both right

the noodles are NOT linguine,

from now on in our house

they will be called:

'Love one Another, who gives a crap what kind of noodles they are' ".

End of story.

As we ate Bella says,

"So we are having

Turkey Ginger Catchatore over 'Love One Another, who gives a crap kind of noodles they are."

And Sophia in typical Sophia fashion.

Always with perfect timing

and always keeping the peace

says "with a flair."

So from now on, our noodles will remain nameless

(don't they all taste the same anyway)

and anything that has ginger in it

will be with a flair.

And I call that one productive Sabbath.