Memorial Weekend went by without too much of a hitch but God I was exhausted yesterday cleaning up hard cases after the second Saturday in a row. I think I went to the grocery three times? When Cecelia asked me to go with her to Kroger one morning I forget it's all confusing in retrospect I was like OK because what do you say to an adult-ish kid who wants to spend time with you? Yes. Always. It happens less, and she is leaving soon to spend two weeks with Chanel in London then some time in Denmark with Caroline and she has lots of side trips planned. You'll inspire my next year's vacation, I told her, and she beamed.
Speaking of Chanel what an amazing human being she's like a cross between Janet Joplin and Bette Midler she has the most incredible sense of style and a beautiful singing voice and a (swoon) raspy British accent and she is magnetic because she is always ON until she falls asleep mid sentence on the couch. That's probably why C is attracted to her as a friend - like attracts like. I got in big trouble for calling her Chenal (it's ok mom because Mrs. Rachel does it too but it's the BRAND. Not the STREET in Little Rock). I was trained over the weekend, bc Chanel came in from London for one day (these kids) - it was supposed to be two, she said, but my Las Vegas got canceled. We chipped in on a new tic she had a terrible day stuck in airports. The Hendrix gals had a big blow out to see her off back to London for good.
So on Sunday (I'm remembering now) after the grocery trip Jim and Zack were in the pool but Cecelia wanted me to learn how to make spaghetti squash - she did this amazing dish after baking it in the oven then crisping it in the air fryer and mixing it with roasted cherry tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, and Boulevard pesto. My mom had a big stint while I was in high school trying to make my bro Crohn's disease friendly meals (basically non gluten - he gave up on that years ago and I finally broke my gluten free stint it's like torture honestly). There was a cookbook with spaghetti squash spaghetti, we ate it a lot, but I hadn't had any since then.
Sprinkle it with salt and pepper and drizzle olive oil (not too much or it gets soggy), after you cut it in half and scoop out the seeds. This is a small one, lets bake it on 425 for 30 minutes. An hour if it is a big one. We waited, and chatted, and when it was done she took a fork to separate the squash noodles.
It reminds me of a testicle, I told her, to her mortification and amusement. We don't get testicles very often, maybe twice a year. Always makes me cringe when I have one in my pile, torsion is easy but tumors are very tough. I never saw this in training, but when I got to Baptist I was alarmed to see in the gross, I guess the PA's had to be trained by some pathologist on this, that the testicular tubules string with ease. Made sense, based on my own experience grossing testicles, but kind of Eww right? And I have never seen them say anything opposite. What is the opposite of testicular tubules stringing with ease? Can they actually string with difficulty? They actually do resemble mini spaghetti squashes, without the tough rind.
Jack is thriving at Boy's State - he texted us today about winning the runoff in his political party in the race for Lieutenant Governor. I've had two retirement parties this week - Amy head of micro had a big one on Tuesday (cry emoji) and Van, who has been here many years in cytology, is going to travel to make more money. Big pizza party today to see him off to St. Petersburg. Happy Wednesday, much love, Elizabeth
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