If I, Wonder Woman, can get 10 hours worth of tasks done in the hour before we leave for a trip, it’s only reasonable to believe that I will be able to pack our entire house in under a week…. With one hand tied behind my back, to make it challenging.
Mon mari is not a believer.
He prefers to have all the packing done and spend the last day or so sitting under a shade tree.
I ask you, where’s the fun in that? The adrenaline rush? The panic?
He really takes all the fun out of living on the edge.
Even as we speak he is packing up the house around me.
Couldn’t possibly have anything to do with me packing the airline tickets in a rush that last day in Minnesota….
He was the same in Andorra: packing, cleaning, sorting, organizing, rushing to and fro…
I really do appreciate all the packing he does… it’s the sorting, cleaning, organizing, etc. that scares me.
But what really terrifies me and gives me sleepless nights is his daily, first-thing-in-the morning trips to the decheterie, the recycling center. Once stuff is there it’s gone forever.
In Andorra, I was thinning my closet, reluctantly packing up some of the clothes I hadn’t worn in 10 years to give to the local charity shop. Mon mari was doing the same.
He finished first, and, naturally, decided to take it down to the village immediately. (He thought, and rightly so, that it was best not to give me time to change my mind.)
He loaded it all up in the car and was gone before I knew what happened.
Fortunately. for me, the temperatures dropped that night.
Or I never would have noticed that he gave away my winter coats.
My NEW winter coats.
Well, one was a year-old jacket but the other was a new, expensive-but-bought-at-a-really good sale cashmere coat.
A coat I would never dream of replacing at full price and didn’t really belong in a charity shop.
It was my NEW WINTER COAT!
Still pisses me off, just thinking about it…
Anyway, I went to grab my jacket the next morning to go out with the dog and it wasn’t in it’s usual spot.
I searched the house; it was nowhere to be found.
I asked mon mari; he, of course knew nothing.
I finally came to the conclusion that I must have left it near the clothes to be donated and he had picked it up by mistake. My fault/his fault.
I could live with that; I never really liked it….
I went back to the closet but couldn’t find my other winter coat, either.
I knew I hadn’t left that laying around indiscriminately.
I, politely, asked mon mari if he might have a clue as to its whereabouts.
Oh, that closet, he said.
I thought that was all my old jackets, he said.
It’s all at the charity shop, he said.
I’ll not repeat what I said.
Nor will I repeat the conversation in the car heading down to the charity shop.
He had to drive me, you see, because, this being Andorra, there was a snowball’s chance in hell of ever finding a parking place. People almost always went in pairs so one could drive in circles while the other ran errands.
My coats had been there over 24 hours by now, so I really didn’t expect to find them. I figured the jacket had been given to a deserving soul (I could live with that) and the coat had been snapped up by a worker (NO).
It was an enormous place, and, yes, everything had been unpacked, steamed and hung in it’s proper place but I was welcome to look.
I found the jacket right off but looked for almost an hour before I found the coat tucked away in a hidden corner all by itself (Hmmmm).
No charge. They were happy I’d found them.
So was mon mari (she types with an evil grin)
A word on Andorra:
Anyone who did not have proper, warm clothes would be given free clothes and shoes from the charity shop, with blankets in winter.
Anyone who could not afford a meal could walk into any cafe/restaurant and they would be given one, free of charge. But with water to drink; no wine.
But I can have wine with my dinner…. A nice full-bodied red to go with the pasta.
Kitchenetta, of Got No Milk is the host of Presto Pasta Nights this week.
Check with her on Friday for the round-up of this event, started by Ruth of Once Upon a Feast.
We’ve been having a very cool August so this dish is not quite a summer salad, but not quite a hearty winter dish…
Let’s just call it Fall Food…
Pasta with Sausage, Sage and Avocado Serves 2
10oz (300gr) sausages, any flavor
15oz (450gr) cannellini (white kidney) beans
2 ribs (stalks) celery
1/2 cup green olives
3 – 4 garden fresh tomatoes
8 – 10 fresh sage leaves
1 1/4 cup pasta
Cook pasta according to package directions.
Grill sausages on barbecue or sauté in a skillet until done. Cut into 1″ (2.5cm) lengths.
Drain and rinse beans. Snip sage leaves in half or thirds. Roughly chop celery. Cut olives in half. Cut avocado in cubes.
Cut the tomatoes in half. Cup half of a tomato in your hand and rub it on the big holes of a box (or other style) grater until all that is left in your hand is the skin. You’ll have to press a bit, but not too hard, be careful not to grate your hand. Repeat with as many halves as you think you want/need. You end up with fresh tomato sauce with no skin…and no cooking. Depending on size of tomatoes you will want to do 3 or 4.
Put pasta, beans, celery and sausages into a large bowl, Add tomato sauce and toss to combine. Add avocado, olives and sage leaves, toss gently and serve.
Yesterday mon mari took 5 huge bags to the charity shop….
I haven’t had the courage to open the closet door yet…. (we only have 1 closet)