elfs | The secret is in the lemons

Yesterday, I left work late and had to pick up Yamaarashi-chan early, so I had no time to stop at my favorite cafe for fifteen minutes and catch my breath. My usual barista wasn't behind the counter, so that wasn't too bad, but it did mean that I got precious little done yesterday in the writing category. I hurtled home with Yamaarashi-chan to find Omaha assembling dinner. I was to put it together after droping her off at the bus station so she could make a meeting with the county Democrats.

After that next batch of runaround, I assembled dinner, tuna-noodle casserole. Omaha was using a recipe out of the Cooking Light cookbook, rather than the 1950's cookbook we have on the shelf. This recipe called for more meat, no cheese or egg, and added lemon juice. While it baked, Yamaarashi-chan and I sat down to do homework. It was just reading; she read from Horton Hears a Who and I read The History of 16th Century Europe.

Normally, the kids like but do not love this recipe. This time, they polished it off. I could taste the lemon clearly and wondered if that was the secret.

After dinner, the girls ran off to play while I did a little housekeeping. I also reorganized my Jukebox and added a new section, "Childrens." I had found a little radio transmitter in my junk box while cleaning up the office and discovered that it worked fine if I took down the car's antenna. While I drove Yamaarashi-chan back to her mother's house we sang along to "Four Legged Zoo," "Counting By Fives," and "Little Twelvetoes." I need to rip a couple of the kid's CDs and stick them on the player to keep them occupied on long trips.

Kouryou-chan was easy to put to bed, although we were moving late and she didn't get to bed until almost ten.

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