Skosh decides to Occupy…….

For awhile there it was a close one, but hey….I’ll take this kind of celebration every time!

The babyvamps have, of course, a pretty good concept of thanksgiving and christmas, and view them with unalloyed disdain. Heather knows christmas as yet another occasion for her mother and minions to have yet another gin-soaked one-percenter soiree’, and Neil and ‘Neckers look forward to it with the giddy combination of enthusiasm and dread that seems to accompany those with extended and interesting families. No one seemed to want to be at their respective homes.  It was due to these differing and somewhat destructive approaches to the season that I acquired a bevy of teens, all using my house as a combination haven and sanctuary that no one seemed in any hurry to leave. Heather and Skosh inquired politely of me if I might, “um, you know, like, kinda wanna have (you ask, no, you ask) Heatherstayforaweekhuh?  overchristmashuh?  c’mon, mom, you know what her mom is like, and…”

It didn’t take much convincing as I did indeed know what Heather’s mother was like.  besides, Heather likes to cook and even more, she likes to eat, and I was delighted at the thought of not having to deal with leftovers for weeks after the event especially since Heather’s mother had offered (with a little prodding on my part) to foot the bill for the comestibles.  A blank check…oh, goodie…

Since I am Wiccan and Dennis is a Buddhist, we don’t really celebrate christmas as such, so we have our little celebration with ivy and holly, candles and dinners and singing and meade, closer to the 21st of December.  We did need to discuss among ourselves what the menu would be since we had so many varied appetites to delight.

Skosh is easy to please since he will eat anything as long as it is wrapped in bologna.  I really need to have a talk with him about that one day very soon.  We have already been through the hysteria that the mention of a turkey brings about in Heather, so that was out before it was even a thought.  I was determined to have a squash and wild rice chowder, and no one seemed averse to that, so that was one menu item down. Cranberry, orange, and pecan relish, cheddar, basil, and sunflower seeds studded in a wheat loaf would work nicely as one member of the bread family.  And rosemary sourdough rolls for those who were not fans of wheat bread, just in case.  Neil and ‘Neckers’ meal will double as table decorations since they delight in the many forms of floral nectar that can be whipped up by nature….also, for some reason, they seem to have a letch for creamy peanut butter watered down liberally with Guinness.  (Don’t ask.)

Naturally, the babyvamps set up a howl for tomato and onion salad with sundried tomato vinaigrette and tomato aspic with catsup sauce.  Aspic, okay….the sauce, no.  Everyone has to sacrifice something for the good of the many.  Heather’s sacrifice came when she expressed her hope for gummi worm souffle’ as a second course. umm….no.  She was a fairly good sport about it and only fluffed her neck feathers once.

The main course was agreed upon as a vegetarian nut loaf that is particularly tasty…I found the recipe in a world war II cookbook and made a few new age alterations.  Skosh breathed a little hopeful steam at the offhand mention of a small ham, so I agreed to bake one for him.  Green salad,  mounds of steamed veggies, smashed garlic yukons with veggie gravy (red ham gravy for Skosh) and a molasses eggnog pumpkin pie.  There would of course be a variety of starters and beverages to be decided upon later and everyone seemed to be delighted with the thought of the feast to come.

As the days went on and more dishes were considered for the feast, I became overwhelmed and stated that I thought we would have more than enough food for a small army.  at that point, Johnathon got a far-away glaze and Mina’s beautiful ruby eyes widened in alarm…she knows him well and recognized that look as an impending  ADVENTURE.    When Jon finally spoke again, it was to suggest that since we would have all that food and there were only going to be nine of us to eat it, why not share it with people who might not have anything at all to eat?  All the folks who have been enduring winter hardships all over the country to protest the greed, graft, theft and arrogance that have made the country and the world so terribly financially skewed?  We are a part of this too…why not do what little we can to help?  It made perfect sense to me…we could feed people, make friends, and add a little bit to this very important movement.  So, as I muttered to myself over various on line recipes and cookbooks,  the plotting began in earnest….our ADVENTURE.

To Skosh’s unalloyed delight, the small ham became a very large ham.  We still didn’t dare to broach the addition of a turkey due to Heather’s delicate constitution and the fact that she is given to hysteria and will fly shrieking to the top of the living room curtains at the mere whisper of the word “turducken”..Poor Heather.  We did have to make the shopping list a great deal larger and Heather was pleased as punch by that, as she mentioned how horrified her mother would be if she, mrs. one percent, knew that her blank check was buying food for the 99%.  “She will be too wrecked for the rest of the year to even notice anyhow”…giggled Heather.  If she could have crowed, she would have, but had to ask Neil to do it for her. (careful what you ask for, Heathie.)

With the menu decided upon, there remained the problem of housing of a sort for the occupiers since most of the tents had been ripped away in the small hours of the morning, shredded and disposed of by those who have been hired “to protect and serve”.  It has become clear in the last months exactly who it is that these bastions of the law are expected to serve.  In any case, we needed something that we could pick up and move at the first sign of ‘legal’ brutality so the hunt for a tent-like structure began.  Skosh looked at me thoughtfully and whispered in Heather’s ear while the babyvamps were consulting one another as to who had noticed what that could be used and where it might be found and from whence procured…Heather and I smiled and pointed to Skosh.  Jon looked at us questioningly as he had never seen Skosh change and the vamps had no idea that their good friend and companion was a shapeshifter.

When the shrieks and howls of glee faded into pleasurable echoes, we went to work on dimensions and shape of the Skosh-to-be.  once the final drawings are completed, all that remains will be the preparation of starters and meals for everyone and hey presto. Ican’t wait to see how the whole thing turns out…until then, happy holidays and solstice blessings to us, every one.

Posted by Susan

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