Red Meat at the Silver Spoon
Saturday, November 26, 2011
In which the Silverspoon family is gathered together again…
Mom was 52.
Happy birthday phone call; to celebrate on Sunday. She was finishing arranging the Christmas tree and decorations.
The day was mild, mild and gray. Puck opened the front door to the wind…
“I can feel the weather in my bones!” he declared loudly, as he slipped a Grace to You envelope off the kitchen table. “See these lines?” he asked. “That means it’s my important document forever.”
Then something about making chocolate cookies with Kitty…
“Comin’ right up!”
Over at the Silverspoon’s it was just the boys while Gloria and Kitts shopped Costco.
The biscuits and bacon were already gone.
“You don’t drink coffee, do you?” Relevance asked Collette. “I guess you’re just not civilized. Do you drink coffee, Puck?”
“No. But I will drink coffee when I grow up. I drink water and hot cocoa.”
“Sorry you missed the biscuits,” Theodore said, handing Collette a small gold box. “Here. A consolation prize.”
A chocolate bar from California; it was quickly gone.
Meanwhile, Puck had sidled up over to Relevance…
“Do you play Minecraft, Uncle Relevance?”
“No… I don’t…”
“All you have to do is press the Minecraft block.”
“Well… Would you buy me a copy?’
“Yeah.”
Meanwhile, Puck had continued thoughts about a wagon. He asked Theodore regarding the chances of obtaining such an object made out of wood. Theodore suggested metal.
“How about Santa Clause brings you one for Christmas?” was both Theodore’s and Gloria’s suggestion.
“Can’t,” Puck replied. “’Cause he’s dead.”
Curly walked through the living room brushing his hair…
“At least I’m not shedding…”
Gloria came through the opposite way with an enormous bowl of raw meat.
“Who’s not praying?” she asked, stepping onto the deck. “It’s raining out here.”
Puck was busy helping Kitts prepare cookies incorporating Reeses peanut butter cups in their centers, and lunch.
“Nana!” he called to her out the open window. “I washed all the potatoes so fast! Be careful, Kitty. That knife could cut off your arm.”
Shortly later, Puck received a small cut on his finger via different means.
“Suck on it,” Gloria told him as she pulled out the arnica and bandages.
Puck appeared shocked…
“No, that doesn’t taste good!”
“How you doing, Papa?” Gloria asked Theodore, seated on the couch.
“Nothing aches if I sit still.”
“Shhh! Don’t tell anybody. Makes you sound old.”
After the dough had been prepared, Kitts and Puck sat down to unwrap the Reeses peanut butter cups. Sebastian wanted to get involved in the fun, and found it necessary to scarf down a paper or two from the peanut butter cups.
“Don’t do that,” Puck scolded him. “It’s bad for you.”
OLeif tried to read Dune around the football game and everyone’s various technological enterprises of the morning.
Gloria returned from the deck once again where the barbecue was going…
“Sacrificed on the altar of the Weber. A sweet aroma.”
The afternoon waned…
Relevance and Kitts met up with Shepherd and Malaya for coffee.
Theodore napped while Puck sandwiched himself between his two younger uncles on the couch, bare-footed.
A little Minecraft-speak between the boys…
“I need meat, OLeif,” said Curly.
“Check out my farm. There’s hundreds of meats.”
“And golden apples?”
“You need those?”
“I mean, I’m about to fight a blaze in the nethers. I would kind of like to have some golden apples…”
The rain continued to fall after dark as Elf commenced.
OLeif and Kitts sliced up five avocados for guacamole.
Another football game.
The wind was up.
Kitts took Puck in a blanket ride. 45 pounds of Puck was becoming a little challenging to maneuver.
OLeif came into the kitchen to pet Collette’s hair.
“This is what girls love, Curly,” he said. “Just so you know. Girls totally dig it.”
Boggle, over chips and guacamole.
“Someone come talk to Relevance while we play,” instructed Gloria.
“So I’m thinking about turning Socialist…” OLeif began.
Relevance laughed…
“Yeah…”