…Just in time for the family gathering at Albert’s parent’s house! Yay! Fun times!
Albert’s mom has moon opposite Pluto and some control issues around food to go with it so we were strictly forbidden to “bring anything.” She said she doesn’t want us to have to go to “any trouble.”
The problem with this is his mother doesn’t cook. It’s not like she is going to prepare a resplendent feast for us to just show up and enjoy. No.
No. No. No. No. No. No. Nothing like that.
She will have sent Albert’s dad to the grocery store to purchase “ingredients” for “wraps!”
These ingredients will be placed in a cardboard box underneath the dinning room table until we arrive. There is no agreed upon eating time. As you arrive, you are instructed that there are “ingredients” for “warps!” under the table and you are to make one for yourself.
I’m not doing this affair justice. I really don’t have it in me right now. It’s just dreadful, trust me.
So this time, I’m making a lasagna. I don’t care. I went to the store yesterday and bought noodles, various cheeses, spinach, stuff for sauce. I assure you, I make a fantastic lasagna (which someday I will photograph and blog about for Caroline, but not today. I’m not kidding, I’m in a mood.)
I also maybe…possibly…have some ulterior motives with this lasagna.
Albie has some planets in Scorpio to match mine. So you know, at night we get under the covers and psychologize each other. I don’t know (or particularly care) about you, (that’s not true, I care about you, I told you I’m in a mood) but I find this activity satisfying to the extreme. So, well last night…
I drank too much coffee yesterday and was particularly chatty before bed. I was about 2 degrees off from what we call a Faraday Cage night. (That’s when all my Scorpio planets get freaked out, cause they’re in the 3rd house and Uranus is involved which makes them nervous and I tell Albie I can’t sleep because I can feel electro magnetic waves and I think my cell phone is trying to kill me, so he promises to build me a Faraday cage so I can sleep.) So yeah, I was on the precipice but handling it, just talking rapidly…
…and I let it slip that maybe I had some things I would like to see happen around or directly because of my Lasagna.
He groans “Oh please God, do not go in there and put that kind of energy into that lasagna while you’re cooking it or no one is going to go anywhere near it. It’s just going to radiate hideousness.”
Albie talks with his hands. He made a box like gesture. Then he turned the top hand sideways indicating a melting tower of bad lasagna. All while making a gravely “Blah” noise.
“I don’t care! I’m in touch with my shadow. I’m making a fucking shadow lasagna.”
Have you ever taken a dish to a gathering with some dark emotions baked in it?