Collusion

Today’s word is ‘collusion’.

I have been far too busy the last few days to do any blogging. The two youngest grandchildren were here for a few days and so we were very busy. But I had to bake bread as well. After all, no one loves homemade bread like those two wee grandchildren. But in addition to that, Grandson thinks that the process is the joke of the century. When I am forming bread loaves, I say to Grandson. “I’m going to spank that bad bread.” And I do. It makes a loud smack and Grandson roars with glee and says, “Spank that bad bread some more, Grandma!”

Now we have oldest grandchild here and she is turning up the heat for me to make cottage cheese buns. Yeast buns filled with cottage cheese, chopped green onion, and dill filling.

And her mother (that would be Eldest Daughter) is in ‘collusion’ with her. She wants granddaughter to keep the pressure on so I will make them and then she wants her to phone as soon as they go into the oven so she can get here as soon as they come out.

It’s all collusion. Last Easter ED and family came for dinner. And when they sat down at the table, before they even filled their plates, ED rose from her chair, put her hands on her hips, and said to the other members of her family.

“What is that on the bread plate? If that is store-bought bread, and it looks like it might be…we are getting our coats and leaving right now!”

But it was homemade bread, so everyone sat tight, and ate heartily. It’s ‘collusion’, I say.

Hub just left for town. Asked me if I needed anything. I thought about needing fresh dill and green onions and how often I’ve baked bread lately. Then I thought about collusion closing in on me. The collusion of my offspring and their offspring. That’s when I said, “No, not today.”