There are certain memories that Dayv and I thoroughly enjoy bringing up in conversation, particularly with others. Anytime there's an in, one of us(but usually me) will take the opportunity to reference these little pieces of history. The weird, quirky little markers in our life that distinguish our story from another, and ones which I never want to forget.
Like the time Dayv was homeless. Of course he wasn't really homeless, he just didn't have a home. Let me explain... (see, this is me, bringing it up.)
The spring that Dayv graduated from college, his parents decided that it was time to pack up and move out to Amish country (aka Lancaster, PA, about 100 miles west of Philadelphia). They put their cute little twin house on the market and it was immediately snatched up. Dayv went from living a comfy, get up at noon with no job type of living situation to Umm..what the @#$* am I supposed to do? He briefly considered moving with his parents, but I immediately shot it down. No, I don't do long distant relationships. You're 22 years old. Time to grow up and get a job.
In the meantime, Dayv made arrangements to stay with his cousin, Matt, sleeping on his couch, until he landed a job. In addition, I made a quite convincing plea to my parents, asking them in my sweetest, most heartfelt voice, to allow Dayv to also live with us. They had to talk about it. And then said yes on two conditions- #1- Dayv had to find a job asap and #2- He could only sleep over on "non-school nights" because my mom was worried that there would be too much demand for our one bathroom in the morning. And so, Dayv alternated living with his cousin and my family from July until October, while saving money for an apartment.
Dayv successfully got a job at the end of July, and went from staying with us 3-4 days a week to every day. One of the reasons was because his commute was cut down from one hour to 45 minutes when he lived at our house. Another reason was because Dayv got up at 5am, so he was able to take a shower and leave before the rest of the family even woke up. And the last reason...my mom enjoyed preparing her favorite meals on a regular basis because she had an additional mouth to feed(It wasn't fun to make time-consuming meals when only she and my dad would eat them, while her two vegan children munched on salads). Dinner became an event, and one which was often enjoyed on our deck as one big happy family. Dayv was used to eating box meals every night for dinner when he lived with his parents and it had been long since he enjoyed a real homemade meal. He made my mom feel like Betty Crocker when she made her cheese and spinach manicotti or pot roast. Or roasted purple potatoes.
A few weeks ago, I spotted purple potatoes at Trader Joes and was immediately taken back to the days when the idea of a meal freshly made, and not out of a box, was new and exciting to Dayv. When fresh potatoes, with just a few ingredients, could be transformed into one hell of a dish. And made me appreciate and value our homemade dinners together just a little more. It also helped that upon Dayv's first bite of this dish, said, "I love purple potatoes!" I know. I remembered ;)
Thyme Roasted Purple Potatoes and Corn
serves two, as a side, easily multiplied depending on mouths to feed
2-3 purple potatoes, depending on size, rinsed and cut into eight cubes
2/3 c corn, fresh or frozen
approx. 2 tsp olive oil
2 sprigs of thyme, leaves removed
Preheat oven to 400. In a small casserole dish(I use my smallest pyrex container), combine potatoes and corn. Drizzle on olive oil and mix until vegetables are coated. Add in thyme leaves and sea salt, and mix again until evenly dispersed. Cover dish with aluminum foil and place in preheated oven for 20-25 minutes, until potatoes are easily pierced with a knife. Remove from oven. Enjoy!