Do you remember all of those nights when Mom was in law school? When she sat, reading her law school books, for 5, 6, even 7 hours a night in the drafty and poorly lit living room? When she was up until midnight outlining concepts such as strict scrutiny and vicarious liability? Do you remember where you were during those nights?
I remember. You were in the TV room, watching 24 or playing on your xbox. Or maybe you were playing with your new surround sound system, blasting the fight scenes from the Matrix movies over and over again until Mom came in and told you that it was either her or the surround sound. (Good decision on turning down the volume). SEE ALSO : Cheddar with Concord Grapes and Honeycrisp Apples on Crispy Italian Bread
I will tell you where you were not. You weren’t sitting at Mom’s side, dutifully studying along with her. You were not educating yourself on the case law on detrimental reliance, or theories of long arm jurisdiction. But I was. I was there, with Mom, every night. Studying and talking through complex legal theories with her when she was confused. Mom doesn’t remember much of this, but I do.
One thing I remember in particular is adverse possession. There’s lots of nuances there, but basically it says if you openly use someone’s property for long enough, you get to own it. Now, you and I have something to discuss. You were traveling for business for almost 2 weeks. You made no attempt to take your pillow with you, or mark off your side of the bed. So while you were gone, I slept there. I curled myself right up on your luxurious TempurPedic Memory Foam pillow, and snuggled myself under your warm down comforter. I slept there every night without interruption when you were gone. Everyone saw me. It was long enough. It became mine.
But then you came back. And I thought you would be decent enough to curl yourself up on the end of the bed, but you didn’t. You wanted your spot back. But I was smart and got there first. (good thing you didn’t try to move me). I own that spot fair and square now, Dad. It isn’t your’s anymore. It’s mine, and so is the pillow (especially the pillow). SEE ALSO : Bourbon Basil Poached Pears with Basil Creme Anglaise. Granola Cookie and Bourbon Basil Drizzle
Dad, I know my rights. I’d like to settle this without litigation. Please just sign over your rights to the spot on the bed, and we can go back to being fetch buddies and play wrestlers together. I’ll even let you share my bones like you sometimes want to. But if you refuse my offer, you know where to find my attorney. She sleeps on the other side of the bed.
When Nick got home, while he and Roxie were working out the pillow issues, I made a nice dinner for us – filet mignon, roasted carrots, and these roasted mustard parmesan potatoes. Megan and I have made something like these before, and they were delicious. I highly reccomend them!
(about 3-4 servings, I made extra for potato salad for the superbowl)
about 2 1/2 c of red potatoes, skin on and cubed
1/3 a c stone ground mustard
4 tbsp red wine vinegar
1 tbsp freshly chopped rosemary
1 tbsp olive oil
1/4 tbsp ground red pepper
2 garlic cloves, minced
1 1/2 shallots, thinly sliced
salt and pepper to taste
1/4-1/3 c freshly grated parmesan
preheat oven to 400
salt and pepper potatoes to taste
combine all other ingredients (except parmesan) into a small bowl and whisk together
place potatoes into a shallow baking dish
pour mustard liquid over potatoes and mix thoroughly
cook potatoes for approximately 30 minute, covered with aluminum foil
remove foil and top with parmesan cheese
bake for another 15-20 minutes, until potatoes are cooked through