July 18, 2014
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. It was one of those days full up with billowy clouds and wind and sun, and felt like summer in every way. Except one. With all the graduation festivities, the summer jobs, work, lawn care, farmers' markets, college preparations, all of everything, we haven't had some real down time, time to simply Be. So we're off for the weekend to the cabin, and it's going to be a good time.
It won't be a long visit, the better part of three days only, but it's something. We pack light, and the drive is just over two hours. I've got some salmon and chicken ready to grill, and a container full up with fresh chocolate chip cookies, and a bag full of snacks, and we'll stop on the way for corn on the cob, some fruit, a bit of chocolate and some bakery goods. Raspberry-filled pastry is what I'm thinking.
The kids each pack a bag, and everyone brings books. Swimsuits, and forget the makeup and product and anything remotely fancy for a few days. It's us and the wilderness, and I'm eager for the haze of sun on the water, a nap on the dock, the smell of coffee in the early morning and the taste of s'mores around the campfire. I'm looking forward to reading awhile in the old Adirondack chair, sleeping with the window open to the night-sounds of the forest, the loons calling from somewhere out on the lake as the sun does its thing.
I'm a road trip girl, always have been, and for me the getting there is as good as arriving. I love flying along interstates and old roads alike, windows open, wind ruffling everyone's hair as Johnny Cash sings, "Ring of Fire" and we all sing along and say "WHAT?" every time someone says something. I love stopping for a snack, everyone sharing a fresh Bismarck or passing around a sack of circus peanuts, and the smooth richness of a can of root beer as we sail along toward the sound of waves lapping at the sand.
Everyone needs a break, a time out, a stretch of hours or days where there is no phone, no reception even, no knock at the door, no lawnmower to run, no mail to sift through, no one screaming in the shower because the water heater has died (won't go there for now). Everyone needs to sit on a dock for a long afternoon, feet dangling in the water, as small fish nibble and dart, and the sky rests, wide open, with white clouds billowing and eagles soaring beneath them, and the scent of campfires and fresh water and pine needles in the air. Sweet redolent days, fleeting and fine.
Here's a little something for when you need a little something.
4 oz Neufchâtel cheese
¼ cup mayo (light works)
1 can crab meat
2 green onions, chopped
Cut egg roll wraps into 4 squares (or use wonton wraps).
Add a heavy teaspoon of filling to each.
Moisten edges of wrap and fold up corners together.
Give a little twist, or make it more like an envelope, whatever works for you.
Place into a lightly oiled tin for small muffins.
Bake in 350 oven 20 minutes or so.