Squash for Supper
There was no snow to move today. I think the break will be short lived according to the five p.m. news. I’m ready!
After an oatmeal breakfast I moved on down into the sewing studio with a hot steaming cup in hand. Each of the details brings the jacket looking like Santa would have approved. Today the lining of the jacket needed to be tackled. Why line a jacket for a non-human that only makes an appearance in the Christmas season? When Santa is in his glory he waves and turns at the waist. The inside of the jacket needs to have a lining of slippery material to work with the friction of the top as it moves from side to side with the mechanical set up. I didn’t have anything plain red for the lining, but Tartan Plaid is as Christmas as one can get. I had measured the original lining and the placement, we are on point. The next step today was making belt loops for the huge heavy belt that Santa wears. The original suit did not have belt loops. Just like any other fellow, the more they move the lower some aspects of their attire slip. I have the tubular velvet strips made. In all honesty, by the time I got the material sewn and then pulled inside out . . . I needed to call it a day. Tomorrow is a new day.
I have been eyeing an Acorn squash all week as it languished on the kitchen counter. It is now in the oven and most likely will be the entree for supper. Butter, salt and pepper . . . can’t beat it. When there were six pair of feet in times past under the round oak table, Mom was always into the quickest but yet the best meals. In the late fall there were bound to be smaller squash that would not be the chosen ones to store in the fruit cellar. Many suppers there would have been three Acorn squash, cut in half and layered flesh side down on a cookie sheet in the oven along with a roast. Come supper, each of us would have our individual half of squash to trick out as we pleased. It could have been butter and brown sugar or butter with salt and pepper. And that is how I plan on eating half of the squash for my supper. Scooping the goodies out right down to the peel.
Dennis called in this evening. Tomorrow he and Brett are going to tour the Hearst Castle. Yesterday they drove through the town of Paradise. It is the town of 44,000 that was burned into oblivion. When Dennis called he was sitting in a short sleeve shirt on the patio of the Super 8 across the street from the ocean. They are traveling Hwy 1 along the coast. He sounded wonderful.