What You Didn’t Know About Edamame

Unfortunately, they are a perfect fit, like house keys into electrical outlets. (geekologie.com)

We went to Costco today, the bots and I. By 11:50, it was ninety-two degrees, and we were heading home to lunch. Mbot, who’d been angling for the cashews resting on the floor beneath his feet, asked what was we’d be eating. Maybe edamame, I said, because a family-sized box of frozen soybeans in the shell was staring at me from the passenger seat.

We buy edamame whenever I remember to. I love it but then forget about it. Before the age of two, Gbot was adept at popping the little soybeans directly from the pod into his mouth. He loves it, but then forgets about it. Mbot can take it or leave it. Or play with it.

“What’s edamame?” he asked, and I was surprised, because his memory is like the Hotel California: what checks in never leaves.

“It’s those…” I paused because I was trying to change lanes and at the same time think of a better word than “things” and a more accurate word than “peas” without using the word “beans.” Mbot took care of my dilemma.

“Those things you put in your nose and then blow out and then put in your mouth!” he cried.

“Yes, Mbot,” I said. “That’s right.”

What does “edamame” mean to you?

Easy Answers for Today

It feels like at this point, almost three weeks in, I should be posting a recipe or a YouTube video of me making Quick and Tasty Fajitas or rugelach. Everyone’s a chef these days. But my only recent original food prep event involved frozen Costco cherries impaled on bendy straws, so unless instant mini popsicles are on your menu, don’t  tune in here for your next dinner party idea. Especially since Cherries On A Straw is labor-intensive, as you have to replace each cherry the moment it disappears into a smile. Gratifying, but not relaxing. And after, you might have to swab the bare bellies of your guests with warm wet cloths. Which could be a good thing. It’s none of my business.

I’m losing my battle again with sleep. Gbot didn’t nap today while Mbot was at preschool. I hadn’t realized how much I’ve come to depend on that ninety minutes of silence, when I can relax my vigilence, when I don’t have to give any orders or answer any questions.

Overheard from the backseat:

Gbot: “Itsy bitsy pidah wen up da wah-uh spout. Down come wain, wassed pidah ow…”

Mbot: “The Itsy Bitsy Spider climbed up the water spout…”


Mbot: “Why, Mama? Why did he climb up the water spout?”

Me: “Because that’s just how the world works, Mbot. Spiders like to climb up water spouts.”

I liked my work as a magazine writer because I was always learning something, about rock climbing or glass blowing or fancy bathrooms or yurts. I find it all fascinating. Even the bathrooms (Did you know it’s not such a big project to install radiant heat in yours?). I like questions. I like answers. But today I didn’t have any better answers.

My work with the Midgets forces me to confront my ignorance. Daily, I am asked a vast quantity of questions, but they are unanswerable. Fifty koans a day. Maybe that’s another reason I started this blog. To make me feel like I know something.

Why did the Itsy Bitsy Spider climb up the water spout?

* cake pic at http://www.familyfun.go.com