Yesterday was a long, event filled day.
My godmother texted me maybe….Sunday? about doing a last minute surprise going away thing for my mother. She told us to bring wine, and a cheese board. I also told her I would make guacamole and hummus (two dips I have MASTERED making from scratch). So maybe Thursday or friday she texts me saying, “I need you to keep your mother out of the house (my godmother just moved out of the house her and my mom had purchased together, she now resides in a gorg apartment and my mom is still in the house, but she will be leaving once the house is finalized <<hence the party>>), I have some last minute shopping to do and she can’t be there! Take her to lunch, to the movies, something. She needs to be out from 1 to 4ish.” So now I’m like, “Not only do I have to keep a HUGE surprise from my mom, but I also have to keep her outta the house???!!”
So yesterday morning, I got up to make my guac and hummus. The guac went well (until I realized I forgot jalapeño and Sean told me I forgot lime juice), and then I went to make the hummus. So I’m just chugging along, putting in chick peas, lemon juice, and olive oil. Then I get to the tahini butter. Tahini is like sesame seed butter, and it goes very well in hummus, it gives it that super tasty nutty flavor. Well, I bought my tahini maybe 8 months ago, for the next time I was to make hummus. So I open the jar, and I see this 1/2 inch thick layer of oil sitting on the top. I look on the back of the jar, and surely, it says “stir before using.” In my head I say, “well, it’s just sesame seed butter, how hard can it be to stir??” WRONG. I start digging my spoon in, and this stuff is super thick, and caked in the jar. I’m working really hard at this point. And soon enough, the spoon slips out of my hand and splashes tahini oil all over my face, glasses, arms, and the cutting board. I was fuming. So I said eff it, I’ll just scoop it out and drain the oil from the spoon. My hummus turned out great (and so did my face, after SCRUBBING IT RAW to get all the oil off of my already oily face.
I finally make it to Friday’s around 1 to meet my mom, and we’re having a good time, eating lunch, just giggling and eating. I made up this full plan to keep my mom distracted and make sure not to spill the beans. Once leaving Friday’s, we went to target (for chips..and to look at shoes). I made sure to take my time, look through all of the shoes, and the purses of course too (I just got a new job, I need a big purse to replace my apple-gifted incase book bag). Around the time we’re leaving (I ended up purchasing a fab eye mask to sleep in, to block out the sun), my mom starts complaining of a headache. I immediately started panicking. She said she was alright, and she would be fine (not knowing that she had no choice and I was gonna drag her to goodwill regardless, it was a part of the plan). We’re on our way to goodwill, and she calls me, asking “Did you wanna drop one car off at Stacie’s? I don’t want you to waste your gas.” I had to pretend I had all of the gas in the world and that I had no problem driving (I would’ve rather sat in the front seat of her car, I’d already drove 35 mins to Fridays from my apartment). “No, mom it’s fine! It’s no big deal. Honestly.”
Goodwill was a fun time. I really did need to go, I’ve been looking for new things to wear to my job to spice up my jeans with. I ended up getting 3 different cardigans, a gorg all white sweater, a cute pull over type sweatshirt thing, a lovely pair of shoes (practically new, too!) and a winter coat for 37 dollars. All the while, I’m worrying my mom isn’t gonna make it to 4:15 (aunt stacie told me she needed ice and soda), because she’s now feeling nauseous to go with the headache she’s experiencing. Luckily we made it (and I even got to buy chips).
My mom’s party went off without a hitch. She was genuinely surprised, we didn’t spill the beans once and we managed to get her good. Not for her lack of trying, now I know where I get my nosiness from. Around 8 pm most of our family left…and then the real party began. The wine was flowing, the stories were funny…and then Aunt Stacie gets drunk. Let me tell you, that was enough entertainment for 4 days. Greatest thing I’ve ever seen.
Yesterday was a good day.