80 : Big Time Food

Sometimes, on lazy Saturday mornings, I like to measure the boys’ height against the wall by their door. This morning, discovering that Puck had shot up another ¾ of an inch in the past month, that put him at four foot, seven, projecting him to ultimately hit six foot, three, if he ate all his protein. This made him very hopeful for the future. He wants to be tall.

While Oxbear spent a few hours in South City with his buds, I walked the boys around the neighborhood again. Puck was pretty set on biking around the place two whole times.

“Besides, Mom, I’ve been on the computer a lot this morning. That’s why I need two walks. To burn off the electricity and put in some health. This is burning on some health. Plus I get a picture of the real world and not just some video games.”

Closer to one o’clock we found ourselves back in St. Peters at the Silverspoon’s. Curly and Lulu were in town, on brief hiatus from traveling the country with their various bands, to spend the weekend in the Lou. They had already prepared fresh guacamole and plates of pizza dough ready for tossing – yes, tossing. Also brought a bag of Georgia peaches for a fruit crumble. These Silverspoon kids take their food seriously. Sometimes I think Oxbear should have checked my culinary interests prior to proposing to me…

So Curly helped Puck craft his own smiley face pizza, complete with pepperoni unibrow. He opted against the fresh basil. Then waited anxiously for any remaining scraps of dough, which he professed to love more than the finished product itself.

After everyone had stuffed themselves pretty sufficiently and the afternoon rolled on, Puck and Yali tore outside for fun with the garden hose. When I followed a few minutes later to check on things, Puck informed me that he was creating a parkour course under the back deck. Parkour, cement, and water don’t mix so great. So instead, I migrated them to the yard where Gloria brought out a kiddie pool that kept them occupied long enough to slowly begin the roasting process under a warm sun. Especially for Son #1 who’s about as pasty white as the raw pizza dough he so adores.

Some hours later, the theme of edibles continued as Izzy’s girlfriend arrived with a box of canelés she had made herself at the French bakery where she is employed as a pastry chef. And fresh tamales from the farmer’s market. These people really don’t mess around when it comes to good food.