Life at Five Twenty-two on a Friday Night
Listen to this post in season 1 episode 23.
The horseradish. Dang it! I knew I forgot something. With the baby crying in the store—just wailing—I couldn’t think straight. How could anyone? I got the dill weed and the whole peppercorns to crack over the top of the salmon filet, but I forgot the horseradish.
Evie’s sniffling in the play pen now. Mom should be here any minute. Praise God. I don’t know how anyone has kids these days. Any days. I just need some time away.
Ginger? Will that work? There’s a bottle of Dijon mustard in the fridge, but the color would ruin my creamy white sauce. Sounds Italian, but can’t call it Horseradish dill sauce anymore, now can I?
Boom. Boom. Boom. That noise is going to send Evie into a crying fit! Ugh, there she goes.
Must be Mom rapping at the door, please let it be her. I’ll just pull out the ginger, knowing it’ll give the spicy zing to the dish that I need. Yes! I’ll put together the other ingredients really quickly… first goes the sour cream, then the squeeze of lemon juice, then the dill weed.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I shout, trying to outmatch the wails coming from Evie in the other room.
I give the mix a quick stir before wiping my hands on my apron.
It’s at this moment that I realize I’m shaking, and my head is throbbing.
No, no, no, this cannot, will not happen right now. I haven’t seen Anna and Carl in ages. I probably have some other over the counter stuff, but mom? She’ll have the good stuff. This isn’t an Advil type of night. Not an Advil type of life.
“Mom, hey, thanks for watching her tonight.”
“Hi sweetie,” she says, patting me on the arm briefly. “And why’s my little Evie crying?” she continues, making a B-line for her play pen.
I shrug, not that she was looking for an answer anyway. So… ginger for horseradish. That’ll have to do.