The most interesting aspect of that whole experience was in seeing the differences in all of our interpretations, our individuality in terms of perspectives.
J. Doe & the Magic Carpet
Mary Zicafoose, Artist
At the end of the summer I found out that I could buy 12 inch tall undecorated plaster J. Doe forms. I purchased 2 and we celebrated the end of the “Summer of the Doe” by letting the kids decorate their own. They are still on display in my home:
Colorful Doe & Skateboarder Doe
decorated by my boys
Parents become masters of interpreting what our babies are trying to tell us non-verbally. In later years we try to interpret what they are telling us verbally. Who but me knew that “addle” was water?
As someone who cooks and bakes a lot, interpretation plays a big role in how I make meals and treats that my family will enjoy. I take a recipe and add, subtract and switch out ingredients according to what my family likes. My Turkey Dinner Casserole is actually an interpretation of Chicken Divan that I put together one April years ago with leftover turkey I had frozen in December.
Turkey Dinner Casserole
I have been challenged with explaining interpretation to one son who could not do it instinctively. Having a sarcastic Mom can be misleading for him, and frustrating for me. Conversations would frequently go something like this:
Older son: “Mom, can I have a pop?”
Me: “No, dinner’s in a half an hour, no soda right now.”
Younger Son: “Mom, can I have one?”
Me: “Sure, I think you should have two.”
Younger son: “Oh, good” as he runs off with a can of soda in each hand . . . and I go chasing after him.
And then there’s the teenage years. In these years interpretation has a whole new . . . well . . . interpretation. Whatever I say is construed to mean whatever they want to hear. Whatever they say could mean anything at all. Like this recent conversation while I was watching the Red Sox and trying to talk one of the boys into watching with me.
Me: “Come watch the Red Sox with me.”
Me: “I need you to spend some time with me, come watch.”
Me: “What if I said I would cry if you don’t spend some time with me.”
Son: “I’m fine with that.”
I could use some help, but I’m still hoping there’s another way to interpret that . . .
PS: Interpretations was originally published as a Guest Post at Being Me and Other Things on 8-8-12
Turkey Dinner Casserole©www.BakingInATornado.com
2 cups rice of your choice; white, brown, long grain
½ cup cranraisins
Approximately ¾ pound cooked asparagus
Approximately 1 pound cooked turkey, chopped
3 TBSP butter
3 TBSP flour
Salt, pepper, paprika to taste
1 cup milk
½ cup sour cream
¾ cup cheese of your choice, I use parmesan
¼ cup seasoned bread crumbs
*Lightly grease a 9 X 13 baking dish. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
*Cook the rice as you normally would, adding the cranraisins at the end.
*Spread the rice into the bottom of your baking dish. Cover with a layer of cooked asparagus, then layer on the chopped cooked turkey.
*Melt the butter in a pot over medium heat. Whisk in the flour, salt, pepper and paprika and continue whisking until it turns brown.
*While continuing to whisk, slowly drizzle in the milk. Heat and mix until it starts to thicken. Whisk in the sour cream or cheese. Shut off heat but leave pan on the burner and mix until the cheese melts.
*Pour the sauce over the turkey layer of your casserole. Sprinkle with bread crumbs, then paprika.
*Cover with foil and bake for a half an hour. Uncover and cook for 15 minutes more or until it bubbles and is hot throughout.