Cooking and Cuddling

I drove through cold rain all the way to Atlanta, but it was well worth the trip. Fifteen-year-old Rebecca had aced her classes and was able to opt out of several final exams, so she had me pick her up from school before lunch. We picked up country cooking and took it to Rachel’s school. I got to observe Rachel with her class while enjoying Rachel’s daughter’s company.

As we ate, Rachel and Rebecca discussed complicated math constructs with great gusto. I loved listening to my girls chatting about math when so many women I know can only manage discussions about outfits and home décor – not that I was really familiar with what they discussed, mind you. I just like listening to brainiacs.
Rebecca is generally so busy with her fast track to success, that I hardly ever see her. She’s taking International Baccalaureate Classes, which require endless hours of study; is active in her church; plays soccer; and runs cross-country. There’s not much time left for cuddling or cooking with Granny.

Even though Rachel is a wonderful cook, Rebecca has little interest in kitchen capers. I worry endlessly that, when she goes to college, she won’t know how to cook anything nutritious to feed herself, other than Easy Mac and chicken parmesan. Last time we were at her home with a little leisure time, I took it upon myself to teach her to make lasagna. We got a good laugh out of distracting each other so much that I layered it wrong. She said, “Great Granny; you finally get to teach me to cook something, and you teach me the wrong way. Good job!” To which I replied, “I guess we’ll just have to plan another lasagna lesson.” Always trying to work those angles…

It was a special treat to be able to have Rebecca all to myself for a full afternoon. We decorated and baked Christmas cookies, giggling like little girls over our anorexic angels and corpulent candy canes. She wanted to get her gift buying for her sister, Sarah, and her mama out of the way while they were otherwise occupied. We ran and road through the rain to get to Target, where Rebecca succeeded in completing her shopping and tried on a sweater that was perfect for her. It was fun to watch her weigh the pros and cons of the sweater purchase, which she ultimately decided against.

After a stop at Publix for mini chocolate chips, we returned to Rachel’s house where Rachel was waiting to put the kibosh on our cookie icing plans. We had to content ourselves with turning the peanut butter cookie dough into chocolate chips held together with a bit of peanut butter cookie dough. Our first batch looked like soccer balls, but they got better after Rachel got involved.

Meanwhile, Sarah helped put the finishing touches on holiday décor after she and I played a little Wii; and Rachel and I worked on completing her chicken and sausage gumbo.

What a lovely day it turned out to be, even with the wet winter weather.