Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Ranch Dressing a Religion for Some

I have been having a decidedly dry spell with writing recently, but today gives me a good excuse to break my involuntary silence. Today I am thirty. Think upon it. How it boggles the mind.

I decided to mark the occasion this morning by making waffles - something which, if you read this blog, it seems like I'm doing all the time, but really, it's quite a rare event. Because of Aiden, my morning routine usually does not include having breakfast with Grampa anymore so he was quite startled to see me up and about in the kitchen this morning. Grampa is quite punctual with his breakfast whereas my morning meal sometimes is so late that it becomes a brunchish sort of thing. Yes, I KNOW, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I do my best.

Anyway, Grampa offered to help me set the table, since I was busy making the waffles; I asked him to get out the syrup. He rummaged around in the fridge and a moment later came out with ... Ranch dressing. I successfully repressed wild laughter. ( This is a sure sign that I needed to clean out my fridge, something that I did this evening.) Ranch dressing is practically one of the essential blocks of the food pyramid for Grampa. You've got your carbs, your protein, your dairy, your fruits and vegetables, your sweets and oils... and then you have your Ranch. I have considered writing a whole post just about his love of the stuff. ( I think we should invest in Ranch Dressing stocks - it would be nice to have some return on the investment). I have seen him pour it on just about everything, but waffles was a bit of a stretch, even for him. I think it was just a case of condiment confusion because he didn't actually put any on his waffles. ( I surreptitiously snuck the syrup onto the table a few minutes later.) From that moment on, I knew it was going to be a good birthday.

And it has been.

Aiden even got me some roses and a card - don't know HOW he managed that!


wideyed said...

mom's irises are indigo colored w/ yellow streaks--pretty typical, but very beautiful.

Su said...

Hey! Guess what! We share a birthday month! I love having my birthday in May...I remember getting my first bike on my 8th birthday. (and could ride it right away, as the weather was perfect!)

Happy Birthday, Claire!

p.s. I also remember my 30th birthday...12 years ago!

gretchen said...

Ha-ha-ha-happy Birthday!

(2 responses to your post combined into 1)

Lots o'love to you!

Amy said...

Happy Birthday!!! Sorry I'm super late on this...I've been a horrible hermit the past few days. Evidently you managed to turn 30 without my well wishes. I'll try to do better next year because who knows, 31 might require more assistance. :)

There's a very, very good chance I am actually going to LA. Russell wouldn't get to go with me because he has 2 out of town workshops that months and has to actually be at work the rest of time time, but turns out I do know a handful of people willing to plunk down half to go schmooze with the stars. :) Of course, it all depends upon the date (which I don't have yet)...The National Flute Association annual conference is in August and the ESU flute choir was selected to play, so I kind of have to go to that. I'm hoping that there isn't a conflict so I can wear the pretty dress, go to the fun party, and have all sorts of wonderful stories to tell. :)

redsoxwinthisyear said...

A belated happy birthday! Welcome to the ranks of 30 somethings.