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“Is today a school day?” Leo asks every morning. And whether the answer is yes or no, he pretty much always seems pleased. Now don’t get me wrong, I like my new job a lot, and I walk into the office with a spring in my step just about every day. But good heavens what happened to Saturdays? Are they outmoded for leap year or something? Or did I just blink and miss them?
These days, the weekends collapse upon themselves like a nifty cup designed for camping trips. I crawl home on Friday and before I’ve poured a glass of wine, finished the chores, planned next week’s menu, and asked my spouse how he’s doing, poof! It’s Sunday.
Sunday being the day when we entertain in high style of course. Like this: we send out invitations 15 minutes in advance, via text, to parents within a ½ mile of the house. And then we have a play date! Last weekend, one of Leo’s friends and his dad came over, to our delight, and we dined as befit the glad occasion: I heated up leftover beans, folded sautéed corn kernels into leftover rice, shredded cheddar, chopped veggies, made a spicy little add-on for the adults, and the burrito bar was open!
Someday we’ll make a plan, just a little one, in advance, I hope. But really isn’t living in the moment where it’s at? What could be better than Tinker Toys, tortillas, fun friends and not having to go to work...for a day.
Zoe Singer is a freelance food writer and cookbook editor and co-author of The Flexitarian Table. Food Editor and blogger for The Faster Times, she tries not to eat for two now that her son is a toddler.