I couldn’t decide on a card for you, so I picked all three from Scallop Inc. These cards are hand-stitched by dear friends of mine. I didn’t just get them because Sook & Fishe made them (okay that’s part of the reason. And don’t ask me why I have a friend named “Fishe”). I mean everything it says on them cards. I do love you. You are the best. And often I feel all the thankyous in the world could never suffice.. but thank you Mum, for everything.
I think you are the sort of mother everyone wishes they had, which constantly reminds me how lucky I am to have you. The other constant reminder is the fact that my friends May and Charlie have repeatedly told me they would like to hang out with you more, because they think you are really cool. Just you. Without me in the picture. :-/ They say I am super uncool. With friends like these who needs enemies, right?
You might like this week’s soup, because you like soup in general. Puréed vegetable soup w/ sage chilli brown butter. We can leave out the sage chilli thingy if you’re afraid it’s too spicy or oily, but it does add a nice little punch to the soup. Just a small, friendly, jab-in-the-shoulder type of punch, nothing too violent at all.
I asked Joe to make a chicken stew. (Okay, chicken stew was actually Sook‘s idea because she thought something “traditional” would go with the vintage-esque cards she’s hawking.) But Joe had other ideas. He always does. Paper-wrapped chicken baked in chardonnay & water chestnut consommé, served with antipasto pasta salad. A “consommé” is just a fancy name for clear soup. I think the chardonnay bit might excite you; after all Dad doesn’t call you a toper for nothing.
Dessert was also made with you in mind. I know you love lavender, judging by the bushels of dried lavender flowers you carted back from Grandaunt Mavis’ garden in Melbourne last year. And that you always only buy the lavender-scented Yardley’s talcum powder. Lavender panna cotta w/ summer berry compote, with chocolate Baileys truffle as an added delight. Compote is a fancy way of saying fruit that is stewed in a syrup.
And yes, the truffles have your favourite nightcap in them – Baileys Irish Cream.
I’ll be working most of this weekend, and I might forget to call or text. But I know you’ll see this because I know you often stalk our website. Often the things I want to say are never really said. Must be an Asian upbringing thing. Although, I think you and Dad both know you’ve done a really good job in bringing up rather decent, well-adjusted children.
I saw this video at the end of Scallop Inc’s blog post, thought you might like it. You know I can never really cry, but this one made me choke and tear at the end of it.
Thanks Mum, I love you.