Our son Jef is on his way home from Kuwait. What do you want me to cook while you’re here, I said. Anything, he said. Then thought again. No lima beans and no stuffed peppers. Drat, I had a new recipe for lima bean-stuffed peppers. And he’d just as soon not have baked chicken again any time soon.
There is an enormous U.S.Army base in Kuwait that I believe the Kuwaitis built for us in gratitude for rescuing them from the Iraquis in 1991. If you do a Google Earth search, you’ll see how barren that land is. It’s alllll brown. Jef has a picture of one lone tree growing out in the middle of nowhere, and there is a small patch of lovingly-tended grass at the entrance to the mess hall. I think that may be the only plant life for miles.
The base serves as a way station for material going on to Afghanistan. Jef isn’t involved in that, though. He monitors satellite communications.
First stop for Jef, Colorado Springs where his wife Katie and their little girl Kalynn are waiting for him. I think they’re all going to be mighty glad to see each other. Then they’ll come on down to see the old folks, meaning my husband, my mother, and me. Going to spend some time out at the lake, swimming and throwing the ball for Josie, our lab. Kaylnn, who’s four now but was still three last time she was here, is used to big dogs who tower over her and fearlessly plays the authoritarian human with this creature that ways twice what she does.
Going to be a good week.