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Drat!

One day!  I only posted for one day and then I missed.

Oh well.

I hav five minutes to tell you a new recipe and give you a thought.

I can do this.

First recipe:

Indian Curry (via Jayne with a twist via me)

go to the grocery store and buy Pataks Milk Curry Paste (every grocery store in the world pretty much sells this stuff).  Follow the directions on the back (you'll need on onion, chicken, and a one can of diced tomatoes).

Then, after you have your chicken and curry sauce simmering add:

1 small potato chopped in to small bite size pieces
2 carrots chopped up into small bite sized pieces
1/4 cup of raisins
1 tbsp sugar

Then let it simmer for 25 minutes covered

(cook the basmati rice during this time--and really basmati makes ALL the difference in making everything taste indian).

Then uncover and add
1/2 c peas
1/3 c heavy cream

Then serve over rice.

It's delicious!

I serve it with warmed pita bread that I've buttered and garlic-ed.  Double delicious.

You can vegitarianize it by using extra firm tofu in place of chicken (this is my favorite way, but the kids won't eat it).

Now, my thought.

15 year old boys really and truly can make you INSANE.  I regularly think that I'm NOT going to make it.  But there are these moments when they surprise you.

I had one yesterday.  And I need to write it down so the next time he make me totally insane I'll remember.

He's been totally dragging his feet on getting his Eagle (he has three mostly done merit badges and a project all laid out for him).  I couldn't deal with it any more so I told him that I was done.  If he wanted to do it, he could come to me.

And the weeks and months have gone by.

Then on Monday he comes home from school, pulls out his boy scout book and said, Mom, let's figure out this Eagle thing and get this done.

We did.  It was one of the most infuriating hours of my life.  I can't even begin to describe it and I don't want to because I want it to fade away.  Suffice it to say I might have yelled about sixteen times and counted to ten continually to calm my nerves (which as per yelling incidents didn't really help).  Anyways, I left thinking, This will be a profound miracle if anything comes of this.  He promised he would do EAgle things on Wednesdays.  I nodded and thought, Ok, whatever.

Yesterday was Wednesday and darn it if he didn't do everything he said he was going to.  He even got into his scout uniform to do a telephone interview.

What?

Yep.

So . . . perhaps there is hope.

Comments

  1. Mar, we are right there with you! Brendan has completed his project and now just needs to turn in his paperwork...............................................................................................Yeah. Exactly! I think he puts things off sometimes just to drive his dad crazy! But then they do the most amazing things like take their little siblings for long "adventures" through the neighborhood to collect firewood for their "boys night" and I think sometimes I need to remember what's really important, and remember I probably drive him as crazy as he drives me sometimes!

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