Crab Dip and Metamorphoses

img_4524Another busy weekend coming up. Is there any other kind this time of year? On Saturday, friends will be coming over for wine and appetizers. Along with the usual chit-chat, we will be celebrating the retirement of one of the friends. I plan to make a crab dip from a recipe I found in one of Gladys Taber’s books. The dip is made in a double boiler, and along with the crab it includes cream cheese, a bit of mayonnaise, wine, and Worcestershire sauce. This afternoon, I’ll be making homemade crackers to go with the crab dip.

On a recent trip to Trader Joe’s, we stocked up on wine that is very, very reasonably priced and quite good. The prices even go as low as $3.99, and I am not at all ashamed to serve this wine at gatherings. For those living on a modest budget, I highly recommend getting wine at Trader Joe’s. We have enough, I think, for the season, and that is one worry out of the way.

Planning ahead and organizing don’t come easily to me. However, over the years, I have certainly seen the benefits of both, and I make such an effort to be organized that I give the impression of naturally being that way. Therefore, friends are always shocked when I tell them I am not. This is a good example of the value of effort. I might never be as organized as many of my friends, but with effort, I have made great strides, and for the most part we don’t have too many moments of sheer chaos at the little house in the big woods. (We still have some, of course. When something doesn’t come naturally, effort will only take a person so far.)

On Sunday, we will be going north, to the University of Maine at Orono, to see our nephew Patrick in Mary Zimmerman’s play Metamorphoses, adapted from Ovid’s poem of the same name. The set will include a giant pool where much of the action takes place, and I am looking forward to seeing this play. As Patrick is our favorite nephew as well as our only nephew, we would go see him in anything, even something as humdrum as Arsenic and Old Lace. What a bonus when the play that he’s in turns out to be really interesting.

In between cooking, cleaning, and entertaining, there will be walks to the Narrows Pond with the dog. I’ll bring my camera. Sometimes I get good pictures, sometimes I don’t, but I never get tired of the view of all that water, gray on a day like today with a slight fizzle of snow coming down. As I’ve mentioned before, Monet had his water lilies and haystacks, and I have the Narrows.