Why do I love 6-year-olds? Well, for one, they still skip. They hum. They hold your hand when they cross the street.
They look like this on the first day of school.
When they spy you on the hill, waiting for them after school, they run to you as if you are the most important person on earth.
When they get to you they look like this…scabby lips and all.
While walking home they tell you things like, “So and so said he has a billion, trillion lego sets. I think he’s lying.”
Or they ask you a string of questions like, “How is the sun made? Is it like a match? Is it two space rocks rubbing together? What does heaven look like? Have people seen it? Is Bruce up there? What eats a bobcat? Can anyone be more than 100? What about 1000? Hey, Mom, what’s a thousand minus thirty-one?”
Their whole world has been opened because they are now reading and they take it very seriously. Almost as seriously as reciting the names of every Clone Commander in Star Wars.
When they find a joke that gets a reaction such as, “How do you divide 10 apples between 11 people?” they tell it over and over and over again. Beating it into the ground. (Answer? Anyone?)
When they are tired of walking home in the rain, they simply squat down. And they will not budge until they are good and ready.
They still sit down and have afternoon snack with you whether it’s pretzels and a handful of raisins or a slice of Rustic Pear Galette – a new recipe their Mom was trying out which turned out to be a winner.
They have toothless, fang-like grins.
They will still curl up in your lap for a hug and let you sniff their sweet heads…not for long…but they’ll do it.
They leave you love notes.
They are always calling out your name in the house because “I just want to know where you are.”
They still believe in Santa but are starting to question, “Why can’t Santa bring me both the Republic Ship and the Death Star?”
In the early evening while their Mom is playing the piano to try to relax and breathe, they will quietly assemble a custom Lego creation just for her complete with pulled-back hair, a little lamp and a cup of tea.
And quite honestly and maybe most importantly, 6-year-olds help take the edge off the fact that their older sister has one foot out the door.
And you remember when she used to do all of these 6-year-old things too but it goes so fast. You hardly see her anymore. And some days you feel like you’ve been reduced to her personal chauffeur but then she’ll surprise you. She’ll come up behind you, all 5 foot 8 inches of her, drape her arms around your shoulders and say, “Hi Mom….”
And you’ll reach up to touch her arms and say, “Hi babe…” and you’ll be thinking, “Oh good, she’s still here.”
Any thoughts, my friends, on how to make this “getting ready to fly the coop” process easier on us emotional Moms? Gads…I’m so weepy. Must be…you know, girls (boys, cover your ears)…I’ll be fine in a couple of days. Until next month. As always, thank you for spending a bit of your precious time with me here on La Pomme.
|A Rustic Pear Galette that Six-Year-Olds and 106-Year Olds Will Love||
- 2 c all-purpose flour
- 1 tbsp granulated sugar
- ½ tsp salt
- ¾ c unsalted butter, chilled and cut into cubes
- ⅓ c ice water, plus or minus a tablespoon or two
- 4 firm-ripe Bartlett pears
- ¼ c firmly packed dark brown sugar
- 2 tsp vanilla extract
- ¼ tsp ground cinnamon
- ¼ tsp ground nutmeg
- pinch of salt
- optional: 1 egg, egg whites separated and lightly beaten
- Start by making your dough. No, no, don’t go buy store-bought. You can do this. So easy.
- Put your flour, salt and sugar in the bowl of a food processor. Pulse a couple times to combine.
- Add your butter and pulse until the butter is reduced to pea-size pieces.
- With the motor running, slowly pour your ice water through the feed tube.
- Process just until the dough starts to come together. About 30 seconds. You may have leftover water. That’s ok.
- Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured surface and gently knead it until it all comes together in a ball.
- Slightly flatten the ball into a disk. Wrap in parchment paper, put in a ziploc and refrigerate for at least 30 minutes.
- While that is chilling, preheat your oven to 350 degrees.
- Then, take care of those luscious pears.
- Peel them, core them and cut them into thick slices.
- In a large bowl, using a rubber spatula, gently combine your pears with the brown sugar, vanilla, cinnamon, nutmeg and salt.
- Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.
- Take your dough out of the refrigerator and roll it out on a lightly floured surface until it’s about a 14-inch circle.
- Carefully lift it off the “floured surface” and onto the parchment paper.
- Arrange your pears over the dough leaving about a 1½ inch border.
- You can toss out any juices that accumulated in the bowl.
- Gently, fold the dough over the edge of the pear filling. There is no right way to do this that is why it is “rustic.”
- If you want your dough to have a finished look to it, brush the edge of the dough with the egg whites. Whether you do this or not will not affect the taste.
- Carefully slide the whole concoction onto the rack in the lower third of your oven.
- Bake until the crust is a beautiful golden brown, the pear are soft and your whole house smells like fall.
- If you can wait, let it cool a bit. Then, slice it into wedges and let your friends and family eat it like a piece of pizza…only better. Enjoy.
You may, or may not have noticed that I have a new little photograph of me on the front page of this here blog and on my About page. You should know, first-off, that I am not easy to photograph. I over-smile. I feel like a dork and then, I over-smile more. I have no business trying to “pose.” Which makes me laugh, loudly and all a photographer can manage to capture is mouth and teeth. And yet, I think these photographs turned out quite lovely. Stunning even. Those of you still around after I kick the can…please choose one of these for my obituary. (Kids, you can cross that off your list.)
The incredibly talented, Heaven McArthur, of Green Chair Studios is the photographer who somehow worked her magic to capture these shots. I cannot recommend her enough. The way she finds the light…..a gift.
She is obviously available for head shots but she can also work her magic on senior portraits, family portraits, or your kiddos; however, just as much as people (and maybe more) she loves to photograph furry family members. Even if you don’t have a pet, you must check out her site, The Daily Sniff, for her latest pet photography adventures. And go to her Green Chair Studio blog to see people and pets.