Monday, November 10, 2008

It Takes A Village

We had two of our fabulous friends over for dinner tonight. I had been told of this several days ago and it was a pleasant surprise. My brain was on show time though and so it was also a pleasant surprise when I got home from work today. We're at the stage of our lives in which inviting a couple of friends over tacitly includes a bunch of short people as well. Dinner for ten. It was pure chaos, and there was a lot of crying and yelling, but eventually we all got fed.

Which leads me to two delicious thoughts. The first was how nice it is to be friends with folks who are comfortable with shared discipline. When the grownups were vegetating in the kitchen and crying erupted from the living room, only one parent had to get up and sort things out. All the shorties know that all the tall people are on the same team and they listen. That's nice, and not just in an it's not my turn to get up for two more times sort of way.

There's a lot of disparity in parenting techniques these days. Our style makes some people wide eyed and usually the wide eyed parents make us roll ours. It's nice to occupy a warm kitchen with people who ride herd pretty much like we do.

The other delicious thought centers on being locavores. We tucked in to some pork chops from our freezer full of locally raised, organically fed piggie. Right next to that guy were some turnips that came out of the ground not too far from here. The company brought some beans and greens that no doubt had a similar origin. And to top it all off we washed it down with some homemade beer and hard cider that had been percolating on the porch. (Some of the kids weren't in to the menu, so we fed them some scrambled eggs that came from chickens we've actually met and raw milk that came from a friend's cow.)

I guess it must look like we're some sort of hippy community, but that is so not the case. If you've read my blog or The Missus' you know were not exactly the dirty dreadlock type you'd meet at a Dave Matthews concert. (We don't puff the Sweet Cheeb either.) You might be surprised to find out who around you is taking an interest in locally grown food. Anyway, I'll avoid the soap box this time and wish you a good night... don't let the additives and preservatives bite.


1 comment:

the beth said...

my recent experience with discipline? a mother laughing at her five year old spitting out every four letter word known to sailors. and that's the tip of the iceberg.
thank god for parents like you.