.Intrigued? Me, too! If you read my blog you know my mind changes channels in a nano second. Monday morning I received a surprise text from a longtime friend. She was in town and had some free time. Since we don’t get to see each other often, I looked forward to an afternoon visit. Because the visit involved my mother as well, naturally I scurried to tidy and clean.
Though not necessary, I decided to make some sort of snack. While the tea bags did their thing in the giant vat of boiled water, I pondered my options. Due to the fact that I have eating issues, I don’t keep much in the house. However I had some lovely snack crackers (very flat and crispy) and some whipped cream cheese. Hmmm, what to do, what to do. Aha! Having watched the British cooking show Two Fat Ladies back in the 90s, Jennifer Paterson (one of the duo) materialized in my head (she can do that because she’s dead) and murmured something to me about a dainty savory. Eureka, an idea was born.
Exit Jennifer and enter Mick and Keith of the Rolling Stones who began singing, “I’m just waiting on a friend.” I remembered the video from that song (that dates me) and how I thought it was nice they were such good friends. And it all fit. I was waiting on a friend and indeed my friend is a dainty savory in and of herself.
My mother has always chuckled at me and my friend because I stand 5’9″ and my friend is much closer to 5′. We’ve always been Mutt and Jeff, not Mick and Keith, in those terms. But in my mind now she is a dainty savory. Speaking of which, I came up with a smear of cream cheese on a cracker, topped with some freshly chopped rosemary from my garden, crowned with some sliced olives. Not ignoring the “sweeter” side of things, I also created cream cheese on a cracker topped with lemon thyme and a few blueberries. Alas, the crackers became a bit soggy but the snacks were still tasty.
All in all, it was a wonderful visit. As my mom ages (now 89), one never knows how many opportunities one has to see said older person. It was like being 14 years old all over again. My mom and I caught up with our friend in the cozy confines of my home. We laughed, we reminisced, we laughed even more. Even better, my home passed the mother’s white glove test.