I’m always at a bit of a loss about what to say about Mother’s Day, not to mention similar holidays that feel slightly (more than slightly?) manufactured.
I’m not a curmudgeon about them, exactly, but I’m a bit skeptical of the external forces that say, “THIS is the day you need to celebrate your sweetheart/father/mother/uncle’s neighbor’s dog/cousin, and you’d better do it right!” Go out? Stay in Breakfast in bed? The pressure! Who needs it?
But on the flip side, I definitely would be sad if the kids ignored the holiday completely. And because I am always firmly entrenched in the kitchen, I do get a bit excited when they elbow me out and take over the culinary detail for the day.
Not seeing the mess — and knowing that my husband will be there to help put the kitchen back together when they are finished — is an even greater thrill. I really don’t care what they decide to make. In this case, it really is the thought that counts. But if they are at a loss for ideas, I might leave a copy of this recipe on the counter a few days ahead of time.