Maybe a meme will kickstart me. Courtesy of R. Comment and I’ll hit you with 5 questions of your own.
1. What’s your favorite thing about parenting a third-grader?
The fact that he can get himself up, get dressed and ready, and snag himself breakfast if need be. Also, actually being able to hold an intelligent conversation with the kid is pretty awesome too. It sounds trite, but parenting has taken a decisive veer out of ‘reactive physical caretaking’ and that is so much less exhausting.
2. If you could host a dinner party with any five people — real or fictional — as guests, who would you invite?
Jane Austen. Terry Tempest Williams. Charles Darwin. Murasaki Shikibu. Graham Elliott Bowles.
3. …and what would the menu be?
I know GE, and I would beg and plead with him to bring two things: his truffle-buttered popcorn and his foielipops. The concept of Darwin and Austen snacking on foie gras rolled in pop rocks amuses me greatly.
Other than that, it kind of depends on the season. How’s that for a dodge? But if it’s cold, dark winter, carmelized onion blue cheese and sage free form tarts, wine and port braised short ribs over mashed potatoes with rainbow chard, a big ballsy red wine, plenty of crunchy bread, and bittersweet chocolate pudding for dessert.
4. What do you hope you will have done or experienced by the time you’re sixty?
Gone to Hawaii as a family and have NOTHING BAD HAPPEN, OH MY GOD (the last two trips were business and separate and all hell broke loose each time), run a marathon, set foot on the Galapagos, cruised the Viking path, finally worked a theme park project from concept to opening, witnessed a sane and rational woman become president of the united states, raised a healthy and reasonably successful kid.
5. What are your favorite scents, and what do they evoke for you?
Cofffffeeeeeee. It’s the stuff of life. Burt’s Bees baby wash is still the only body wash and shampoo Sean can still reliably use without rashing out, so that smell will always equal kid to me. Lilacs=that dead week at Williams in late spring/early summer. Gin and Tonics with loads of lime equal hot nights on a rickety balcony in Chicago with friends.