It seems these past few weeks have been somewhat hectic to say the least. All of us here in our “Mixed up Family” have been at each other throats as usual waiting for some sort of “Spring-Like” weather.
After Al’s Dad’s bout with Congestive Heart Failure, Al getting the flu and then slipping on the ice and messing up his elbow, and finally me deciding I needed to top it all off with a Respiratory
Infection and a 2 day vacation in the hospital, I realized that I needed to take some time for myself, work from home, and catch up on all of the things that I have wanted to do. (Adding in here that my doctor who is a dear friend of ours called my Director
to tell him that I was not allowed to come back to work until he said it was ok. Talk about ganging up on me!)
Needless to say after about 2 days of being home, the “Stir Crazy” started working. There is only so much of Regis & Kelly, Ellen, and The View that I could take. I forgot how much day-time TV really
stinks. This is after every magazine and the two books that I have wanted to finish were read.
So what is a girl to do? Hmmm… Cook!
But see, not just cook. I had to make things that I normally would not make without having time on my hands. Out came the big mixing bowls and the paper and pen to make a list of things from the store
for my wonderful Daughter to buy. I was going to make 2 kinds of Pierogies, 2 kinds of Ravioli, Won Tons, Egg Rolls, Gnocchi, and Piggies. Proudly over the few lonely days at home, just me and Judy Rose (my faithful canine), I did. And I have to say, I was
totally satisfied because I paid attention.
What does paying attention have to do with anything you ask? Well, during my “Create-A-Thon” the phrase “Pay Attention” came up several times and it just came to me to sit down and write about it.
I made the Pierogies and sent a big bag over to my Dad. He called me the next day and complimented me on how good they were. He said “Petunia, these are just as good as Gram’s. The dough is so good”.
I said “Well yeah, I put sour cream in just like she always did”. He said “Really? I never paid attention”.
At one point, somewhere between the Won Tons and Piggies, my sister called me to check in and ask a cooking question. She asked me if I had our Great Aunt Clara’s recipe for Polenta with Mushrooms
and Sausage. (Aunt Clara came straight from on the boat at 4 years old some 100 years ago). I asked her “Don’t you remember her making it? We sure spent enough time in her kitchen” She replied “I never paid attention”.
Then finally making the Piggies, I was timing the rice just so it would be the right firmness before mixing it in with the meat and Al asked me why I was doing such a thing. I explained that you can’t
cook it too much because if you did, it would turn the meat to mush after them roasting a few hours in the oven. I said to him “Momma Judy made Piggies all the time. Don’t you know how to make them”? He said “I never paid attention”.
After all of the cooking and creating, my Dear Little Girl, Mary said to me, “Mom, you are the best. How do you do it”? I told her, “I paid attention. I hope you have been too”.
So the moral of the story is, pay attention. Teach your kids, your family, and your friends to pay attention. It doesn’t cost anything and the payout is invaluable..