L is one of the most rational/ cynical people that I have ever met, and yet he is convinced that this house has a jinx on it. Despite being an avowed nonbeliever in all things mystical or superstitious, he thinks the fact that our brand new freezer is broken is proof that we definitely have something supernatural in our midst. We noticed yesterday that the food in the freezer seemed to be thawing alarmingly fast, despite the fact that the freezer appeared to be functioning. The technician came out this morning and confirmed that the freezer panel has a leak, and that basically the appliance is in the midst of its death throes. So tomorrow, we will get a new fridge freezer installed. I am trying to look on the bright side- at least they have another one in stock and we won’t have to clean the fridge before my mum comes to visit.
Today I remembered exactly what it was like to be at home with an infant. I think I had cast a rose-coloured hue over A’s infancy, imagining it to be relatively calm as compared to the non-stop nature of toddlerhood. I had so many things that I wanted to get done today- not ambitious things, just dull things like vacuuming and having a nap. Instead, the only thing that I achieved was to empty out the clean laundry onto our bed with the intention of sorting it and putting it away. Instead, I put it back in the basket, unsorted, maybe a couple of hours later. Baby N is starting to wake up a little; she is coming out of the delicious first couple of weeks of life where she really did just sleep. It’s not that she’s fussy, exactly, she’s just becoming a little more demanding. And by a little more, I really mean quite a lot more demanding.
This afternoon A was dressed as a little piggy at daycare. She was ridiculously cute, but we aren’t taking her trick or treating. It’s not really our thing, and as she has no concept of what Halloween is we figured we could skip this years activities at least. Bah humbug. Instead, we made Zucchini and Bow Ties, which was an incredibly easy dish. Garlic is sautéed in olive oil, joined by matchstick-cut zucchini, seasoned with salt and pepper, moistened with a splash of cooking water from the pasta, tossed with the cooked bowtie pasta and parmesan cheese, then sprinkled with basil.
We hoped that this might be a toddler-approved meal, but A seemed more interested in saying “zucchini” than eating it. We enjoyed it well enough, although it seemed more like a side dish than a dinner. There could certainly have been more zucchini; the vegetable was a little few and far between. Thankfully L put in plenty of garlic so the dish wasn’t bland, but it could have done with an extra kick; perhaps some red pepper flakes would have taken the flavour up a notch. Tomorrow, we will be having Springtime Bows with Asparagus, Ham, and Peas, which sounds good. Hopefully A will be as interested in eating asparagus as she may be in saying the word. Personally, I am only interested in obsessed with the thought of cake, at all times. I’m blaming nursing, but oh my I want some sugar…