feeling domestic.

these past 24 hours have been quite productive, in a rather domestic sort of way. good thing mum and i are p-31s.
in addition to working 3-4 hours/day at the restaurant, and doing massive laundry folding, bathroom cleaning, and nephew-watching [more like nephew-chasing these days], i've spent the past 6 hours in the kitchen!

this afternoon made biscotti- plain, cranberry-almond, and chocolate, with melted chocolate chips on top, mmm.
then assisted with the potato soup making, dishwashing, and table-setting.

then the real fun began! as the days are consecutively and increasingly insane, the decision was made to prepare all our evening meals [Supper, to midwesterners; Dinner to the rest of the american-english-speaking world] ahead of time, and freeze them.

so in the past 3 hours we've accomplished, cleaned up after, labeled, and stowed away neatly in the freezer:
enchiladas
cheese manicotti
swedish meatballs
chicken and rice hotdish [oh yes, that's minnesotan too]
seafood chowder
meatloaf
tomorrow we do the bean and ham soup, as well as the pre-baked pizza crusts.

we are "absolutely covered in flour" and many other things.

the manicotti stuffing session incurred mild hysterics in all involved, and a few quizzical looks from passersby.
once i got past the texture, it was pretty amusing to have cold, lumpy, cheese mixture filling not only the noodles, but also my sleeves, and the kitchen in general.

and so, i am [not for the first time] of the unmitigated conviction that housewifery is a supremely high calling, and into it is poured much more effort than meets the eye. my feet would heartily agree.

so give your mother a hug!