september sunday

sunday shoes.

i love sundays.

i love getting dressed up for church.

i love the family meals, the sermons, the sunday playlist, the sunday times (even though it's become such a bougie rag), and best of all, the new episode of simpson's.

it's the last sunday in september, and here's a list:

1.  sermon:  sister b. tells the children that when she was a child she was full of fear.  "if you're full of fear, you can tell someone.  and you can learn to overcome your fear. you can learn, like i did, that 'perfect love casteth out fear.'" me, cecily and my mom were in a row on the pew, three gals who went through a lot of fear and anxiety.  we loved the message.  & brother j. told about fear, too.  the fear he was hearing in the daily farm reports on the radio due to this year's drought.  "until a couple of weeks ago," he said, when it turned out that the crops didn't fail, and there was "unexpected excess supply."  i will think about unexpected abundance this week.

sunday crepes

2. crepe bar with mom & dad and the family, inspired by our friends the olivier's who once, years ago, had us over for a crepe buffet:  "the americano" (pb & j), ham & cheese, etc.  our selection included salami, sharp cheddar & mustard, lemon & powdered sugar, and nutella.

new haircut

3. lula got a new, chic haircut.  my baby's growing up.

4.  simpson's--homer just said:  "if you need me, i'll be taking a popcorn bath.  it's something i read about in a men's health magazine in a dream." julie, it's set in nyc, and there's a scene on the highline.

5.  dinner with bam and the jasplund's--chicken on the grill with matt's magical dry rub.  i cut my finger on a mandoline while makng coleslaw.  then after dinner drive up the mountain to see the sunset and the lights of provo coming on.

an intern: the decline of american culture

remember when kramer got an intern, darren, for kramerica industries?

(my thursday night, nay, my entire life, has never been as rich, as real, as hopeful, as meaningful, as it was in the '90's, when one watched the simpson's, seinfeld, and e.r. in one block of post-modern recursion and night-time soap opera medical drama.  i mark america's most severe cultural decline from the moment that seinfeld went off the air.)

so, watch the seinfeld clip (watch it, dammit), and let hope be restored.

and stay tuned, because tomorrow you're gonna meet my intern, laramerica's new intern.

keeping sabbath

when i was a child growing up in a mesa, arizona orange grove that was, lot by lot, being bulldozed and replaced with 70's ranch-style ramblers with desert landscaping in front and a few citrus trees remaining in back, around kidney shaped pools, the sabbath day was both arduous and wonderful.  sometimes boring, sometimes peaceful,

& almost always brimming with delicious and only-on-sunday foods. *

we had three separate church meetings on sunday, and i remember my mother in a slip, nude hose with a reinforced toe & bone-colored high-heeled sandals, browning a spattering roast with a big fork while the exhaust fan hummed away and handel's water music (we listened to this every sunday without fail) accompanied her on my dad's reel-to-reel.  or perhaps she was putting her famous tender rolls--both crescent and clover-shaped--into the oven.  this was either before sunday school or in between sunday school and sacrament meeting.  my dad had already attended early morning preisthood, leaving my mother alone, as mothers usually were back then, to dress, feed, groom and transport seven children to church in our station wagon.

in actuality, the grooming started the day before.  all kids who grow up mormon know the drill from this primary song:

saturday is a special day/it's the day we get ready for sunday./ we clean the house and we shop at the store/ so we won't have to work until monday.

we brush our clothes and we shine our shoes/ and we call it our get the work done day./ then we trim our nails and shampoo our hair/ so we can be ready for sunday.

at our house, with five girls, this involved saturday night shampoos and a lot of pink sponge rollers.  my sisters and i all have fine straight hair, and my mother was a little impatient, so our curls were often bedraggled by the time sunday school was over, and there was always a stray piece of straight hair that had escaped the the curlers.  not like sister nancy m's girls (she had fourteen children) who wore impeccably hand-made matching dresses and pinafores and had ringlets that reached at least to the mid-back.

in fairness to my mother's hair skills, sister nancy m's girls had thick curly hair, so she could make ringlets with only a spray bottle and a finger, and they would last all day.

(let me also mention here sister delores w., the chorister, who had countless hair pieces and false lashes, who wore as much make-up as dolly parton and put just as much effort into her styling, who had a similar platinum-blonde shade of hair as dolly, who never wore the same maxi-dress twice, and whose style i vowed to emulate when i grew up.  she had ten children and drove a custom painted yellow van with checkers on the side and a sign reading: "the w. family taxi service".)

(btw, in our densely mormon neighborhood, i felt that seven children was a very average, perhaps even small & kind of wimpy, number of children for a good lds family to have.)

the sabbath ended, back in the day, with toasted cheese sandwiches (open face with tomato, mayo, s & p) campbell's tomato soup, and hot chocolate while watching wild kingdom and wonderful world of disney.  in slips or pajamas.

a little boring and a little fun, and eminently soothing.

this all came to mind today as i've been preparing sunday dinner.  normally we are lucky enough to go to bam's house for dinner, at least in the winter (she summers in canada), but today i wanted to give her a day off and cook dinner for grandma beth and grandpa woody, who we normally don't see on sundays.

(btw, grandpa woody paid me high compliment last week at the golden corral when he said, "why, their food is almost as good as your cooking.)

i went with an old school menu:  turkey with stuffing*mashed potatoes and gravy* garlic seared green beans* waldorf salad* dinner rolls with rosemary and kosher salt*cranberry orange relish.  

i cooked in heels and these rad zig-zaggy lacy tights (charcoal and bone) that c. picked up at the ann arbor urban outfitters in december of '10.

& i thought about our slightly different way of keeping sabbath now.

& i wondered about how & when  & if you do it.

here's ours:

*church
*bach cantatas--we own all of them.  all.  guess how many he wrote.  that's right.  more than 300.  and they all sound the same. &we've been listening to a new one every week.  though of course i can't tell that it's a new one, because it sounds as same as the old one.
*grilled cheese sandwiches after church
*ny times:  i read modern love, all the food stuff, street style, what i wore, diagnosis, and i hope and pray that bill cunningham has a new slideshow up (he does today, and his narration is particularly rad, especially his comments about women choosing their looks)
*sunday dinner at bam's
*simpson's
*playing cards or the favorites game (this is a rad game.  i'll explain some other time).

inspiration: sunday rituals & tradition old and new & the mozart missa solemnis

looking forward: to making this french onion soup and this giardiniera

legwear:  urban outfitters charcoal and bone lace tights

*don't forget to read this article on mormon cookery.