Spaghetti (and Bubbles)
A clown taught my mom how to make bubbles. Who could possibly be a better authority on the subject? She can’t remember who he was, or at what event she had occasion to chat with him. But she can remember his instructions: 1 part Dawn liquid to 8 parts water, and a small spoonful of oil – canola or olive – to stabilize/elasticize the bubbles and incite a shimmery, swirling, gasoline sheen. About a tablespoon of oil when you’re using a cup of Dawn, he said. The use of Dawn is vital; other dish soaps aren’t nearly as bubble-inducing.
Far superior to dollar store bubble liquid (and cheaper, when you do the math); a small salsa jar produced hours’ worth of stretchy bubbles, the kind that are made by holding a large wand out beside you while running or twirling. (You can still get the wands at the dollar store.)
And still no SoBo. I’ve been paying particularly close attention to a high-maintenance, defiant three year old with gastrointestinal issues that has increased time spent in the tub (him) and doing laundry (me) and made me nervous about venturing too far out at the beach. He asked for spaghetti for dinner and so I complied; it was a good way to start chipping away at the surplus of veg we loaded up on in Nanaimo and don’t want to have to haul back in the car. So we ate spaghetti with onions, peppers, zucchini and crumbled up leftover hamburgers. Spaghetti! By the ocean! My Mom and I headed over to SoBo to pick up wedges of Key lime pie for dessert, but found it closed – it’s only open for lunch on Mondays and Tuesdays so we went to the Sugar Shack for ice cream cones instead. Strawberry (with sprinkles) for W, dark chocolate for Ma, mango sorbet for Pa, and Moose Tracks – vanilla with chunks of chocolate and peanut butter cups – for me.
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