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Best not make a bad “onion” decision

I’m still thinking about what Mom said the other day… about the spirit of Christmas, about gifts, about Grandma and Grandpa and my relatives… I’d like to get them something, because it will probably come out way nicer than if I made something. I don’t know if they’d even use what I make them because maybe it won’t come out so strong and sturdy or not as pretty and fancy as I want it to be. Dad has some extra cement so I’m thinking of what might look nice with cement… candlesticks or candle cups for Grandma? Plant pots or a tray with my signature carved into it? Oh, I really don’t know.

Hey but wait. I do know of one thing: Grandpa likes to eat and I like to bake. That sounds like a good combination to me. Cookies for Grandpa is one thing I have decided on so far. I like chocolate chip cookies or cinnamon or sesame seeds ones. But… wait! What would he like? I’ve got a little bit more time to do some secret research on this, and then… then I’ll be absolutely sure of what to do. And maybe while I’m making the cookies, some inspirational idea will come to me for a Grandma gift. I’ll keep my pen and notebook in my pocket just in case some idea jumps out of my mind.

Another thought… while I do the cookie research, how about some “handy items” research that could be used by Grandma. I’ve got lots to do the next time I go visit.

Come to think of it, I do have one idea for Grandpa. He loves onions. Onions is his thing. Whenever we think of Grandpa, we think onions. And when we think onions, we think Grandpa. But, don’t know if onion flavor cookies would work too well. Okay, I’d better wait patiently on this one and not hurry too much to make a decision right right now, in case I make a bad “onion” decision.

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Dinner Prep

I was on dinner again yesterday because, well, I left the kitchen after lunch. What’s so bad about that? Well, it was my turn on dishes and by the time I got started with something else, I had totally forgotten that I was even on dishes. So instead of Mom having to call me back into the kitchen to do the job, she did it herself but then I had to do something in exchange for her, like cook dinner or… well, just cook dinner. Unless of course it’s dinner dishes that I’m on, then I usually still have to do it or pay her to do it. I sometimes pay her because I’m sooooo tired and I just feel like going to bed and watch something or read together as a family. Though it’s not really as a family if Mom still has to be in the kitchen doing dishes, or ME for that matter. I’m starting to just do it real quick and get it out of the way. It’s when I wait and wait before starting the job or get tripped off with something else, that it seems so long and hard to do.

Oh right, back to dinner prep, my favorite thing of all is to prepare salads. I like making salads chalk full of all kinds of things, stuffing it with as many healthy things that I can think of, that could match into it of course. I counted at dinner with Dad and Mom how many healthy things were in my salad. Actually, I had them count and figure out what I put in it, heehee. I couldn’t forget onions. That’s one of my very favorite things to spice up any and all dishes, besides sweet ones of course. They tell me that I got that from my grandpa, cause he loves onions too. They even made him a birthday meal that contained onions in each dish.

The only part of the onion that I don’t like is… well the preparation part. Peeling them is okay and my eyes get just a bit itchy. But then I get in a bundle of tears when peeling them. I end up not being able to see anything and I have to ask Mom to finish cutting it up for me. Today for dinner prep, I wasn’t going to let anything hold me back and I didn’t think I could ask Mom if I was to be doing dinner for her. So I got the bright idea… to…. Well, I ran upstairs to my swimming bag and got out my goggles. That should do the trick! I thought. And it did! It was a tight fit, too tight to let any onion air in my eyes and too tight to let out any tears too, if I had any. And best of all, Dad and Mom loved my salad and they counted 6 things in total, all healthy ones too. I congratulated myself with a cookie at the end.