My belt was missing. I’m not yet completely mad so I do remember it was through the loopholes of my jeans the last time I saw it. Now my jeans lay sprawled across my day bed, belt-less.
A futile, time-consuming and waste of energy search through my drawers, my bedroom and then the entire house turned up nothing. This was not an expensive belt nor was it the most beautiful belt but it did prevent my stretch jeans from sliding south and exposing an ugly display of builder’s bum.
My suspicions turned to Arabella. Arabella is 17 and a self-proclaimed fashionista. According to her I am a fashion travesty but I can’t be too bad because several of my things have recently been disappearing and it’s not only my clothing.
There was my hairbrush that I recovered from her sport’s bag, my lip balm that turned up in her school locker, my black cardigan that I found by chance on the floor of my car, my mascara that was on her desk next to her pencil case and my beach towel that was in her boyfriend’s ute. ‘I didn’t use it mum, Fred did’, was all she said when I asked her how it got there.
‘We have towels for guests, Arabella, there was no need to give him mine’. I love my beach towel and I love how I know it will be clean when I go to use it and nicely folded and on the shelf in the linen cupboard right next to the pillow cases. Horrifying to go to use it only to find it missing.
But back to the belt, Arabella did admit to wrenching it from the loopholes of my jeans to ‘borrow’ it (without asking), but now couldn’t explain how she happened to lose it. With a toss of her hair and no edge of responsibility she emerged from her fortress empty handed stating, ‘You must have it mum because it’s not in my room.’
Maybe I’ll get a new belt for Christmas.
Yesterday Arabella bought herself a party dress. At the time of purchase it didn’t occur to her that she would need a strapless bra to wear with it. Last night when she was ready to leave for the party in the new dress she yelled out from her room, ‘Mum, I need to borrow your strapless bra’.
‘But I’m wearing it, Arabella’.
‘Well can you just go and take it off?’
So I’m now bra-less and belt-less and my hairbrush needs sterilising and my lip balm is contaminated and my black cardigan is filthy and my mascara is soiled and my beach towel is damp and full of sand.
And Arabella is unrepentant. Nothing is off-limits, not even my wallet. ‘Can I take your credit card to the Mall? I’ll pay you back when I next get paid.’
Like belts that never again see the light of day, pay-day is just as elusive.
So Wonderful Reader, do you have a list like mine of sacred things that disappear?
Walnut and Sage Stuffing
I’m letting something out of the vault here. This is my very special and most favourite stuffing recipe that I found years and years and years ago in a Gretta Anna cookbook that belonged to my mother. It is the best stuffing for turkey and you absolutely must give it a try. There’s still two weeks before I cook my turkey so I made this recipe and used it to stuff two chickens and had wonderful friends for dinner who all agreed they must make this celery leaf stuffing on Christmas Day.
Degree of Difficulty: 1/5
Serves: This recipe is suitable for a 5kg (11 pound) turkey
2/3 cup butter
1 cup chopped green celery leaves
12-16 chopped shallots
8 cups stale breadcrumbs (I use 6)
2 cups chopped walnuts
2 tbspns chopped fresh sage
2 tspns nutmeg
2 tspns sea salt
2 tspns freshly ground black pepper
Sherry or Madeira
Melt butter in a small frying pan. Add celery leaves and shallots and sauté until soft and golden.
In a large bowl mix together the breadcrumbs, walnuts, sage, nutmeg, sea salt and pepper. Pour in celery and shallots and mix well. Moisten mixture with sherry or madeira.
Store in a zip lock bag until ready to use.