Tuesday

My parents are coming tomorrow morning. I am not sure what we will do. Trader Joe’s and Ikea are exciting to them. Costco to me, I am fascinated by a store that I am not allowed in.

Food is a bit of a rattlesnake. My taste buds have traveled far from Montana. Now I dress my salads with olive oil and sea salt and I consider European style frozen yogurt a yummy dessert. Rarely do I eat processed food. Where will the middle ground be? They do enjoy something ethnic, but not too foreign, maybe Riksha or Queen of Sheba? Indian is too spicy and Thai has to be mild. Yawn.

There are 2 things that my mom says that drive me crazy. One is that I don’t cook and the other is that we have the same body. Neither is true. This visit I may not bite my tongue.