You know when moms say, “I don’t want anything, just to spend time with you”? Well, I don’t know about your mom, but mine is generally not a liar, so I decided to call her bluff this year and skipped the gift. And now she won’t return any of my texts.
In all seriousness though, my mom is the shit. Whenever I’m down, she’s always there to support me. Although usually she just asks, “Are you on your period?”
She also gives
weird good advice, like when I was single and she said I should go on Christian Mingle, because I’d be more likely to find a guy with a deep-rooted values. “But, like, Mom,” I said, “I’m not Christian.” To which she replied “So?”
Like I said, the best. Which I why I cooked her a delightful, Mother’s Day feast. I mean, it’s nothing compared to the agonizing labour she endured bringing me into this world, but I did get citrus juice in this little cut on my finger, so there’s that.
Radish Tea Sandwiches with Creamy Dill Spread (recipe here)
Orange & Black Pepper Shrimp Salad (I used LIVE Spot Prawns, which was utterly terrifying, but so worth it.) (recipe here)
Tofu Chocolate Mousse (recipe here)
Mom: you are the most caring, funny, creative, and persevering woman I know. Thanks for listening to all my first-world complaints, and for responding in an only mildly condescending manner. I love you, Ma!