Posts Tagged ‘Boston’

Hockey, Hattricks, and Hella-good Appetizers.

May 30, 2021

Yes, yes, yes – it was incredibly shocking when I posted about posting every day *again*, and then I do what? Miss posting the day after my pledge *again*.

Yesterday’s adventure involved going to my cousin’s house for dinner and the Bruins game. Which, can I just say, while I miss my girls exponentially more than anyone could possibly conceive, it’s really nice to be back home where I can be with my own people, people who I’ve known since we were born. Friends I’ve known since I was too young to even spell the word “friend.” My people. People who get just as excited about Boston sports, who understand why you hate the Canadiens, and who understand why you like the silly meme songs about Boston accents and our awesome sports teams.

But maybe the best part? My cousin who’s basically my ride-or-die, who I tell people is my brother more often than cousin, because he lived at my house forever (and we were together all the time even after that), he grew up from being a hooligan to being a master chef.

He made me Scottish Eggs that look like they could sell for $20 easy anywhere else! I may have moaned a little when I took my first bite. Seriously. That good!

For those who don’t know, Scottish Eggs are hard boiled eggs that are prepared, shelled (obviously), dried, and then wrapped in the middle of a thin layer of pork sausage. Then, covered in a thin layer of bread crumbs, and finally fried. I could tell you what was in the secret sauce, but I don’t remember. It was mayo and something a little surprising to me. You have to forgive me, though, because if you were eating something as divine as one of Jon’s Scottish Eggs, you’d forget the words going into your earholes, too.

After that, we watched the Bruins game, saw Pasternak achieve his hat trick, saw McAvoy completely kill it, and listened to my cousin laugh at me applying football knowledge to fill in the gaps of my hockey knowledge; not unlike how John Hammond used frog DNA to make dinosaurs, really.

Let’s just say that there were tutorials not just for Jon’s wife, who’s from Bolivia, but also for me, who is from Boston-ish.

It was a fun, wholesome evening, and I stayed out way too late. BUT! I also learned that not everything will implode if I come home late. Not a bad adventure at all.

I’d worry if I was her…

November 11, 2009

Because I am a mean mom who frequently has visions of uncleanable stains dance through her head, I always make Gracie change out of her white uniform shirt before we sit down to dinner. I get enough flak from her about such unreasonable requests that I usually don’t care which shirt she chooses, so long as it’s not another white shirt. Tonight she chose her beloved Red Sox t-shirt. That’s what started it.

We were having macaroni and sauce for dinner, a dinner Gracie usually savors. Tonight, though, she was much more interested in grilling Auntie Kim.

Gracie: I have on my Red Sox shirt!

Auntie Kim: Yes, yes you do.

Gracie: Which baseball team do you like?

Auntie Kim: Uh…I don’t really like sports.

Gracie: … <processing….> Do you like the Patriots?

Auntie Kim: No…not really?

(At which point I was screaming inside my head: “Blasphemy! WRONG ANSWER! Noooooooooo!”)

Gracie just looked at Auntie Kim like she wasn’t sure if we were really related to this so-called “aunt” sitting across from us.

Gracie: Do you like the Red Sox? <Because clearly Auntie Kim wasn’t understanding if she wasn’t manic like we were about our Boston teams.>

Auntie Kim, after finally getting a clue: I think they’re one of the best baseball teams out there.

Gracie still looked at her like she was crazy…and like she was seriously reconsidering Auntie Kim’s coolness factor. Be afraid, Auntie Kim, be very afraid. The lectures on WHY you must like them come next.

And now, the news.

May 9, 2009

I’m sure this news won’t seem nearly as exciting to anyone else, but I am so flippin’ excited that it doesn’t matter. I’m more than excited enough for me and 6,142 people. Because guess what? We’re going home!

It’s just for a week-long vacation, but it doesn’t matter. I’m so excited, it is taking the restraint of the gods to keep myself from going and packing our suitcases right this very minute…and our trip isn’t until the end of June. I mean, I haven’t been back home in almost a year-and-a-half – and I used to go twice a year! So this is a pretty big deal to me. Bee doesn’t remember going to Grandma’s house ever, so she is through the roof excited. Gracie does remember going and can’t wait to take a car, a bus, a plane, a bus, and a car to get to Grandma’s house – so she is super excited!

It will be great! And for some strange reason (which I’m sure will evaporate later), I’m not even that nervous about the plane ride anymore. Oh, I’m plenty worried about flying – I’m a bad flyer – but I will just find some valium between now and then for that. But we are connecting flights in Baltimore and meeting up with Auntie Kim the Travel Goddess, so I will have supervisory relief halfway through our trip. I think just knowing that reinforcements are waiting for me will get me through that first flight. (And if not, then la-la-la-la-la I can’t hear you!)

And you know what else? (Because this trip keeps getting better and better!) I emailed my cousin Shayne to see if she had any plans to go home this summer. I figured I would ask if there was any possible way for her to meet us up there. Hey, it couldn’t hurt, right? Turns out, she is going to be in that week for a conference! What are the odds that she would be flying in from Ohio to Boston the very same week we chose? I am SO EXCITED!!!

I get to meet up with family, throw a huge reunion, show off my sweet girlies, visit the ocean, maybe visit the Weirs, and maybe maybe maybe a Red Sox game, take dozens of pictures of spots near and dear to my heart, and chow down on foods strangely restricted to my homeland. So. EXICTED! (In case I hadn’t mentioned that.) These six weeks are going to go by soooo slowly!