The Blue Party
It was a dark, stormy, cold, rainy, yucky Monday morning in January when the parcel arrived. Amid the usual get-ready-for-work rush, I stopped to open it. The contents revealed a small bottle of blue nail varnish (polish) with an accompanying note from California daughter: “Dear Mom,” it read, “I’m sending this to you so that you will know the colour of the sky here. I know, because I painted my toenails with this, lay on the beach, put my feet in the air, and they and the sky matched perfectly.” Ha. Ha. Ha. When I told friend Gil about this, she immediately replied, “All right. Let’s have a blue party.” So we did. Blue-dressed contributors bought comfort food they liked when they felt blue. Among the macaroni-cheese, boiled eggs and mayonnaise, and piles of chocolate renditions, there was not a lettuce leaf in sight. Friends serenaded us with the blues — guitars strummed as we composed many a version of “Woke up this morning…” We watched the full length film “Dougall and the Blue Cat (Ooh I am so evil!)” while drinking blue curacao. For some reason I baked a loaf of bread with a blue swirl in the middle. And in that cold blustery evening there was unforgettable warmth and laughter.
Here’s a simple something to make when you are feeling blah. Toast one side of bread, spread with butter, sprinkle with a mixture of brown sugar (2 tablespoons) and ground cinnamon (1/2 teaspoon). Grill until melted. WAIT UNTIL IT COOLS A BIT (yes really). Accompany it with a hot drink: either hot chocolate with gooily melting marshmallows, or honey and lemon in hot water (with perhaps a slosh of a tipple of your choice). Best appreciated with feet in slippers in front of a fire, with a friend you feel so comfortable with, that you can both stare at the middle distance saying nothing. Like a cat.