By Mary Anna Violi | @Mary Anna Violi
Last Thursday night Anjelica rang me up.
“Would it be okay if I came home tomorrow night? I’m stressed, tired, and I need my Mama!”
“You know you can always come home, anytime, Sweetheart,” I assured her.
“Should I bring Shelton Rae for just one night?” Shelton Rae is her big orange cat.
“Shelton should probably come with you since he’s never been alone overnight. Fellini and Coco Chanel will be fine with him.” [It turned out to be a bit touch and go, but that’s another story.]
Since she was leaving after her Friday afternoon class, I calculated she would arrive here around 6:00 p.m. After work I scampered over to Whole Foods, one of my favorite places for grocery shopping. I purchased a couple of New York strip steaks, roasted Yukon gold potatoes, and cooked some Swiss chard, or Swiss-a charge, as my father used to say. Anjelica and Shelton Rae arrived at 6:50 p.m. We chatted, cooked, sat down to dinner, and then she studied. It was a most tranquil Friday night.
Early Saturday morning we headed to our hair salon for Anjelica’s appointment. With a new graduate program, new city, and new domicile, she felt primed to change-up her hair style, which she did. We arrived home. I heated up the cheese and spinach Mystic Pizza [now sold at Whole Foods]. Over salad and Mystic Pizza, we reminisced about a memorable summer several years ago when we traveled to the charming seaport town of Mystic, Connecticut. These fond memories propelled us to agree to watch the movie, Mystic Pizza that very night. Scheduling a movie night meant Anjelica had to hunker down and hit the books before and after Saturday evening Mass.
I made risotto with mushrooms, herbs, and white wine for dinner, and we watched Mystic Pizza. Viewing the movie again reminded us of the fabulous seafood we ate that summer: Quahogs, lobster, clams, crab proved most tantalizing to our Heartland taste buds. If it sported fins or housed itself in a shell, we ate it that summer. Crustaceans aside, Mystic Pizza took our minds off of the mundane for a few hours.
Sunday morning dawned. While she slept in, I put together a potato-basil frittata, and lightly fried thinly sliced pork chops in olive oil and a dab of butter. After sorting through in-between season clothes to take back to school, it was time to bid one another adieu. Anjelica had to return to her new life as a law student. Over the weekend she had rested, accomplished her homework goals, and unwound from law school stresses for a weekend. We bid one another adieu, and while I am aware that I will see her soon, I prefer to tell her hello.
Ciao for now.