Dear Reese,
Your teacher tells me you remember where things are. There was a book you wanted that they put away, and you went to go get it again. I think, of course you do. I see your mental map every time you take a scoot-about the house. When you’re in my room you go for the same yellow book on the lower shelf every time. Wayward Son by Rainbow Rowell.
I feed you the most early 20s dinner tonight. I used to make ramen like this when I lived on my own post-college (and I guess sometimes I still do): cook the ramen, drain the water, put a slice of American cheese over the noodles, and then pour the chicken flavor packet on top of that. Mix to low heat.
It’s dinner in ten minutes or less and you can pile noodles on top of a toasted everything bagel to enjoy. I cut up the ramen noodles for you and give you a triangle of the bagel and you go to town. So do I. Maybe if I wasn’t so hungry when we got home, I would have the patience to put together something better than undiluted ramen flavor. We have eggs. We have gnocchi. There is an untouched jar of sweet pea puree in the cupboard.
But look, I stand by this recipe. It’s delicious, . . . though not very nutritious.
At least you finish up your spinach pear puree pouch post-noodles. It has two servings of fruit and veggies. I am a good mom, right?
Love,
Mama