Brent aged last weekend. And just like cheese or wine or beef, he’s that much better. For the first time in years, I actually invited a few people over the age of ten over for – how you say – fun. Fun is a nice thing to add to your life. I forget about it sometimes. There is so much to do, so much that we’ve not done but should do, like now, Mercredi, we’re late. So with an invite sent, we had to follow through. I’m glad we did. Now I’m feeling a few gatherings coming on in the future. Someday, I’d like to BBQ an entire cow ( or small entire cow ). Except the filet …. that should be done on the side…. oh and the faux filet … okay maybe some more planning.
We had a great evening of munchies, giggles and drinks. The only regret is that I didn’t keep true to form. Typical Brent birthday parties involve the simple things. A hearty “bean slop,” no fancy frills or candles and some nice wine. I woke up at like 2am in a sweat, “the bean slop!!!” Why did I bother with the horses ovaries ( hors d’oeuvres ), one simple dish to rule them all.
There’s always a lot of action here in February. The birthdays, the valentines days, the sick days. There’s never a dull moment in February. One of our guests brought over a great gift, one for Otto and one for Brent. A meal for a soldier. This is not like Astronaut Ice Cream™. This is the real deal.
Otto couldn’t wait to tuck in. He loved that he had his own food, but more interesting for him was that he also had the tools to cook it. He had his own box of matches! And he’s not afraid to light them! … safely. And a little cooker! And a handle as to not burn your fingers! Brent was equally excited. So were the rest of the boys – ahem – men.
I think this is one full day of food for a soldier, but Otto has managed to stretch it out over a few days.
He had cacao last night. This morning, coffee.
Otto is outside in the dark right now eating Brent’s lamb stew and toasting marshmallows. Perhaps it’s time to send Otto off to a remote part of the farm and he can spend the night with his ration and sleeping bag. ( and a talkie walkie for mom ).
Okay, so the marshmallow was supplied by the common farm folk he happened to be stationed by, but the rest of the ingredients are absolute, Nato approved, S’mores-ville.