Yesterday morning, Al asked me to go to Gabe’s parent teacher conferences with him. Which, in case you’re wondering, is a big deal, because as it turns out neither of us is Gabe’s parent.
Since I had nothing better to do, and I actually have a huge interest in hanging out in the place where both my boys spend their days, and I’m normally outlawed from, I agreed. I went to parent teacher conferences, and I felt ridiculous, because Al and I walked around holding hands and meeting with high school teachers. It turns out that none of the other parents hold hands.
But it was kind of awesome, because those teachers all talked about an awesome, friendly, funny Gabe that it seems I’ve never met. Or that at least I don’t see very often. The thing they all said was that Gabe always comes into the classroom with a positive attitude, respect, and intelligent, pertinent questions. Which is nothing short of amazing to me, because the Gabe I see when he comes home is quiet, lazy, and frustrated with his studies. But I think, just maybe, that it’s just because we’re his place to vent. Which means he trusts us, and wants us to know what’s bothering him, and he’s actually not a grouch but a pleasure of a student. VICTORY!
And then there was other little piece of personal victory, from his chemistry teacher. First of all, even though he has a C, she loves him. And she’s really impressed with how hard he’s working. And at all costs, she wants him to stay in her class. But she also mentioned how much more organized he’s been this year, which I’m going to selfishly take the credit for. Because I bought him a backpack. That he actually uses. And keeps his homework in. And doesn’t lose. So I had a little moment of, I am making a difference in his life. A little difference, a big difference. VICTORY!
Plus, just to top the day off, after we got home, Al agreed to help me re-organize the garage, to make room for our new chest freezer, in which we will be able to store lots of dead animal parts and not ever have to buy hamburger again. Elk, baby, and I can’t wait. Plus the garage looks, ahem, awesome. VICTORY!
And to wrap up the day, I made Gabe’s favorite corn chowder and the best biscuits ever, and we ate dinner on the couch while watching Obama’s victory speech. Say it with me: VICTORY.
So you can have your own victory celebration, here’s my loose corn chowder recipe. A warning, though: I don’t really believe in recipes. I see them as “This is how this person did it, but ____ just isn’t my style.” And then I chuck the cookbook and start chopping an onion. Al’s version of my soup recipes is “half a stick of butter, an onion, and some bouillon cubes. Voila.” Which is pretty much true.
So: Saute a chopped onion in half a stick of butter. Add a couple cloves of minced garlic. Meanwhile, blend some frozen corn and some hot broth (chicken or vegetable, whatever) together in a blender. Dice some spicy smoked sausage and add to the pot with the onion. If you don’t have sausage, try bacon. Or if you’re a weirdo and don’t like meat, just please don’t put fakin bacon in. Let it cook a bit, then add your pureed corn broth. Salt and lot’s of pepper, and you’re done. I add red chili flakes and hot green chili if I’m in the mood to torture Gabe, and heavy cream or sour cream if I’m in the mood to put on ten pounds. Also, vegetables, like red bell peppers or mushrooms or carrots if there are some weird soft ones lurking around the bottom of my fridge. The end result looks something like this:
But if you want to get my ultra-secret extra-awesome super-flaky always-make-a-double-batch highly-technical twenty-minute supreme biscuits recipe, you’ll have to keep reading my blog. And maybe officially follow it too.