Buried in chestnuts and snot
This week I
peeled approximately 400 chestnuts for a chestnut/chorizo/saffron soup that I
made for some friends. It was delicious but Good God I will never ever do it
again. The skin under my fingernails is still sore from peeling back the shells
(husks?) of all those chestnuts. Luckily my friend Shannon was here visiting
from Switzerland
and she helped me do it.
Other than
that, Luca has regressed back to waking up to eat every two hours throughout
the night and Nico has a cold but refuses to blow his nose. He is also very
worried that someone will try to borrow the baby from us even though I’ve
assured him that this will not be happening (although now that I see it in
print, it doesn’t seem like such a bad idea, at least between the hours of 11pm
and 8am- anyone interested?) The solution, Nico has decided, is to make a “tag”
for Luca so that everyone will know that he belongs to us. The tag will say
“This baby is not for sharing!” and we will glue it to Luca’s hand using Elmer’s
School Glue. That is the current plan anyway.
Alex is on
an all-expenses paid invited trip to China. The poor man just has it so
rough. In the meantime, I’m living on easy street with two small sick children
and nothing but a part-time Icelandic babysitter to ease the pain. I know that
plenty of people have it much worse (single mothers and inhabitants of mental
asylums for example) but I’m still wallowing in self-pity.
This next
week I’m hoping to post a little piece I’ve been working on all about the
cultural differences in garbage disposal between New York, Japan, Switzerland
and Spain. It promises to be riveting and very dirty indeed!
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For those of us not around kiddos very often (and note entirely broken up about it, if you don’t mind me saying so, after that description of Luca’s sleep schedule), Nico’s plan is fantastic. Kid logic is the best.