Baseball season and football season start the official overlap tomorrow at our house. That means autumn is on the way.
The seasons are marked at our house according to what kind of footwear the kiddo needs; football cleats, baseball spikes, curling sliders, court shoes, water shoes…you name it, we’ve got it.
We are at the front end of what I refer to as deep summer.
I am ready to start canning tomatoes, salsa, chili sauce, and pickling beets. I wedge my domestic chores in between practices, playoffs and football camp. Oh yes, and my fuller-than-full-time-gig as a professional, working, single mom.
This is a bittersweet time of year. The sun is setting earlier, and there’s a crisp edge to damp air each evening when I sit out on my little patio before bedtime.
Although I love the summer sunshine,the tail end of the season is more precious because we can feel it slipping away.
I capture the essence of August in the fresh produce put up for another cold, icy winter, and enjoying the sunshine into the autumn.
As sweet as summertime is, fall has always been the season of my heart.
I give you another list;
~Reasons that the end of Summer & Cool Fall days are the Best Time of the Year~
1) Cool nights that call for sweaters and curling in up with your true-love under a blanket, watching for falling stars.
2) Canning and preserving all the delicious fruits of your summer time gardening-labours.
Last night I was reminded yet again of the unfortunate state of our fortunate society when a television network aired a commercial for a children’s version of Hell’s Kitchen, or some such ridiculous program.
Really? Is this what we want to teach our children, to criticize their peers at work, and work in a threatening environment?! Give me a break.
What the world needs now is kindness, compassion, and generosity. A new generation of pretentious bots doesn’t give me much faith that the growing trend toward spiritual ignorance and egotism is going to make this planet a better place to live.
I daresay the little darlings who will star in this heinous entertainment debacle and their misguided parents would even recognize the subtlety of sarcasm my sweet, juicy, peaches.
Unfortunately I have had to endure meals sitting with such gastronomic goons. Their obsessive criticism is a less than convincing smoke screen of negativity spewed forth in order to boost their image of superiority. Talk about indigestion my darlings!
Breaking bread together has long been more than a way to sustain physical health and strength. Meals have also been a ritualistic way for people of all cultures to celebrate rites of passage, express spirituality, and welcome others to our family and home.
Thanksgiving is a particularly poignant reminder of what it means to share a meal together. Sharing food has been an act of peace for thousands of years.
It has also been used as an aphrodisiac in the arsenal of skilled lovers since the dawn of time. Imagine the mood if, while feeding your lover a chocolate dipped strawberry, they piped up with, “That would be better with slightly less chocolate”. I’ve never been a fan of mud wrestling, but I think the ensuing nude mayhem would be akin to Roman sporting events.
The recent trend toward people self-describing as ‘foodies’ has marked a decline in civilization as we know it. I like to call them ‘rudies’ instead.
That’s the polar opposite of the folks whom will be sharing our Thanksgiving meal next weekend.
No, don’t panic darlings, we’re celebrating a week early so that yours truly has an opportunity to take an extra-long weekend for the actual ‘Thanksgiving’ holiday.
But enough of my wonderful life, back to ‘Everything That’s Wrong With the World’.
I am an advocate of good company and gracious living. That means that no matter how terrible a recipe has gone awry, or how bold the wine-food companionship, you ought to graciously thank your host and get on with the real matter at hand – enjoying precious time together.
A few reminders for foodie-rudie’s this Thanksgiving;
1) First and foremost we don’t need to hear that you think the stuffing is too ‘sagey’. Sagey isn’t even a word.
2) Do not suggest a ‘better’ wine match. There likely are many better or ideal wine matches to the meal. We don’t want to know. We just want to relax and enjoy the bounty which is set before us.
3) No. Not everyone thinks that the dessert you brought is the best thing they’ve ever tasted, nor do we need to be corrected with regard to the ethnic pronunciation.
4) Your job is not to upstage the host/hostess. Your job is to be kind and entertaining. Should you fail those most basic social requirements, do not expect a second invitation or a second date.
5) No one cares how you ‘prefer’ your food to be prepared. We prefer that you maintain the most basic rules of civility.
6) Expect someone to roll their eyes and tell you to shut up if you make even one negative comment in your outdoor voice.
7) Rest assured that you will not get laid by anyone, ever, should you talk about what certain foods do to your digestive system. Know your food limit and eat within it.
Everything that’s wrong with the world begins at your very own breakfast, lunch and dinner tables my sweeties. Kindness, good manners and the ability to enjoy simple blessings is nurtured every day as we ‘break bread’. If you fail to appreciate this, you really fail to understand the meaning of life.