Time to Remember
My Dad and i have always been of the mindset that we can always eat a sandwich . Put anything on a good piece of bread and that's a meal! I have even gone so far as putting leftover spaghetti and meatballs on the leftover garlic bread. Good Eatin'! Since my Mom passed, the prospects of home cooked meals were few and far between unless we were fortunate enough to be invited over to my sisters for dinner.I would be gone most evenings serving OTHER people hot meals, and my father seemed uninspired to cook alone.Well, Sometime last weekend I was foraging in the kitchen and let out a big sigh. Dad asked me "What?!?!?"
I replied, "I am so tired of sandwiches!!"
There was no reply, no alternate suggestion , not a word from him, my sandwich co-conspirator. Just a grunt of acknowledgement as he ruffled his newspaper and continued to read.
But obviously my cry was not in vain. He has cooked almost every night this week. Pork tendloin and mashed potatoes, Roast chicken and potatoes , Pork Chops and stuffing. It has been glorious! We have sat at the table and ate like civilised people rather than eating while standing over the sink so as not to dirty dishes
And as i was putting the leftovers in tupperware containers , excited at the prospect of lunch the next day, before I could even stop myself, I thought, "Won't this make a good sandwich!"
The cycle continues.
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