Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Goin' to the chapel of love

I used to kid that, fierce independence and career aside, I’d have made a great 1950’s housewife. The kind who wore aprons and greeted her man at the door with a cold martini, some nights wrapped naked in Saran Wrap. Today was just one of those days.

I can cook, baby, hot and fast, using loads of vegetables and olive oil and garlic and shallots. But I can’t bake. Bores me really, and flour is annoying. This morning, however, having found a jaw-dropping recipe in the local paper for chocolate and orange sconces, I baked up a batch. Doubled the chocolate. Ever so good with a cup of strong Joe.

After a couple of loads of wash and a bit of ironing, off to the salon, two hours of gossip and saucy talk, wonderful scalp massage and fruity/minty smells. I’m still dark, cinnamon auburn (“Caramel Apple” it’s called, but think red delicious) and letting it grow for the nieces wedding next month. I cut back the bangs and did long, swingy layers. Yep. I’m cute.

On the way home, stopped by the grocery to load up on fresh produce and the makings for sushi later this week. I roll my own, talented fingers, like working a Cuban. There’s a London broil marinating and I’ll side it with roasted asparagus and shaved parmesan. Already had a glass of white. Red goes better with dinner.

After that, perhaps a bubble bath then slip into a pink cotton nightie. I’m always up for lights out “wifely duties."

Marry me? I’ll say no.

8 comments:

Don said...

Damn, gurl, I'll be there in, in, oh. Sixteen, seventeen hours?

/brandon\ said...

What a coincidence. I think I would have made a great 50s husband. Secretly into turkish bath houses, a little too dependent upon the methamphetamines, looks really sharp in a wool suit and fedora.

Well, that last one anyway! ahem

Miz UV said...

I could do that for one day. ONE!

O' Tim said...

Talented sushi hands is all I'd ever ask for in a gal.

You know that in the fifties "no" meant "YES"?

Joe the Troll said...

I don't really like to cook, but I DO like to eat, and I hate to eat crap, so I learn to cook.

Jodie Kash said...

Yesterday, did the tortellini in light broth with a parmesan crisp for lunch, then "burnt beans" and herbed shrimp for dinner. Tonight, if the going out fails, I’m rolling sushi.

God I love food. It's like porn.

Jazzy Cher said...

OK, I hope my kids don't read this (or maybe I've told them, I don't remember), but one year on our anniversary I farmed all the kids out to friends, and when Bob came home from work, I was literally clad in Saran Wrap. He always said before we got married that he wanted to come home to that, so I actually did it one year as a joke. I thought it looked terrible, but I don't think he minded....

Jodie Kash said...

Baby, a good deal of Utah now tunes in ;) I LOVE the story, and you even more for having it!

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