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Playing house

"Mom," I said after just over a week. "Isn't it like playing house?"

After the Matisse Picasso exhibition and my two night stay at the hospital, we've been "playing house" in my home. Well, at least it feels like it.

We have endless number of things to make. Inspired by the zong-zi she had made and brought over (sticky rice wrapped in bamboo leaves), I suggested that we make Chinese dumplings. She said she could make nice vegetarian ones. I said that I preferred vegetarian ones anyway.

On Saturday we walked my bicycle to the farmer's market. It was the first time in four years that I've had the time to visit. As it was almost closing time, we got five pig trotters for the price of four and cockles for free. It must have been twenty years since I tasted mom's pigs feet stew. She boiled the cockles with freshly cut ginger. Yum! Yum!

I showed her how to make coconut cake. Last time I taught her how to make banana bread, she got so hooked that she's been baking one every week for five years! I suggested that she diversify. Next I'll show her carrot cake.

Yesterday we went berry picking. And I showed her how to make mixed berry jam - black and red currants, raspberries, and last year's frozen blackberries.

It's just the two of us, yet we have so many things to do, so many ideas to execute. I said that even with just myself, there are too many things to do. Well, it's not things that we have to do, but we want to do them. Just like the good old days, when I was a kid, growing up with a multi-talented mom was such fun!

15 July 2002 Monday

Mother and me
Mother and me.
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