NOT MUCH OF ANYTHING

‘Do you have napoletanke I wanna take some on the plane’, came the text from Cinnamon late this morning.

‘I don’t but Nona got some for us’, I texted her back.

‘Ok’. It wasn’t okay, so I decided to do something about it.

It was almost 11,00 when I awoke my son, who was still deep in his summer slumber. Without having any breakfast, we drove to the Turkish shop where we made sure we had plenty of napolitanke for the trip. And for us to eat after our Saturday brunch.

My son was hungry by the time we finally made it home. He wanted to make an omelet, so I let him. With the not-so-sharp chef’s knife, he cut the onions and bacon. He then cracked three eggs into a bowl and mixed them together as the filling was cooking. I had already made my sunny side up eggs and was chopping jalapenos and tomatoes for myself as I awaited the spinach to be cooked.

The time we spent preparing the food was worth it. Sage realised he put in far too much of the filling inside of the omelet, but was happy with how it turned out. He has already mastered cracking eggs with one hand and diced the onions finely. Now I just need to find the knife sharpener so he can help chop vegetables more regularly.

We enjoyed our meal outside on the balcony, eating the napolitanke and drinking coffee in tiny cups. Being able to slow down on the weekends is always something to which we look forward. Sometimes I use the time to catch up on chores around the house. Today, I decided to simply slow down and catch up on some episodes of a show I hadn’t seen since 2018. Rarely do I take the time to watch something as it makes me feel unproductive, but sometimes it is necessary to do not much of anything.