Midnight Musings...

Act 1. Scene 1.

Characters: 
My Mom
My Dad
My aunt from Lynnfield: Anouche
My aunt from Turkey: Lusi
Jason
And me. 

Scene: 
My kitchen.

In case you haven't been reading my away messages, my life has been filled with crazy funny things.  This usually happens when I have family over.  It happens on a larger scale when family is brought in from overseas.  My aunt, Lusi, managed to sneak by customs and bring in jam, dough, yogurt, and quite the surplus of airline blankets and pillows.  This isn't relevant to the story now, but will be later on in this post. 

So, my aunt Lusi stays home and cleans and cooks all day.  It's either that or she hops the bus and goes to the mall, which is always interesting considering she speaks about 5 words of English. Anyway, back to the story at hand. 

Lusi created this sugar free coconut flan made Turkish dessert.  You cut a slice, put some powdered sugar on it, a little rose water and you're good to go.  Anything gelatinous really creeps me out so I stay away.  Nonetheless, my parents being weirdos take out some Starbucks liqueur and Kahlua because they feel having that drizzled over will make it delicious.  I agree, booze over anything helps, but again, flan-like jello-jigglers.  

Side note: My aunt Anouche drinks out of the same mug every time she is over my house.  This obscenely large Starbucks mug. End Side Note.

Anouche has no tolerance for alcohol whatsoever.  Nearly 2 teaspoons of Kahlua later, she's giggling like a school girl.  Now, my mom is at the other end of the table drinking some tea out of previously mentioned large Starbucks mug.  Anouche yells as if the end of the world was drawing near.  "Where did that cup come from? Is that new? It's shinier! It's smaller!"

We all think she's crazy.  My mom starts looking at it and starts to believe that it might in fact be a new mug, only a smaller shinier version.  We had to empty the mug in order to look for identifying marks on the inside.  Apparently Dawn with bleach works wonders on dishes.  At this point, Jason leans over and says I should sell this as a commercial to the Dawn people.  I dont' think anyone else would understand. 

Act 2. Scene 1. 

My mom
My dad
Anouche
Lusi
Brother Arthur
And myself

Scene: 
Around the kitchen table.

Anouche made some kind of oil, garlic, herb bread dipping sauce, which she kept raving about.  My mom bought some kind of pomegranate syrup which everyone kept eating.  Spoonful after spoonful saying, "Oh it's so sweet" and "Oh, it's so tart" and "Ah, it's bitter" which when she says sounds more like "beee ter".  Lusi made the mistake of putting the syrup next to the dipping oil on her plate so when she went to scoop it up with a piece of bread she got the best of both worlds.  Then she insisted that both of them together made a delicious combination.  My dad took the syrup and put it in with his glass of Romanian white wine.  He thought that was a great combination.