Or an alternative title could be … “It’s been 2 hours, what are we going to eat.”
Every September the Wetland’s Institute has a Wing’s & Water Festival. It’s basically a show case of what the WI does during the year, crafts and food. Food and more food.
Since my work year is busy from January to the middle of July, this is my vacation. I come and spend a couple of days with Mom & Dad and eat. 4 days is usually my limit anymore.
Did I mention food? And that we eat? By nature I am not an early riser. Up between 9 and 10. I’d give old Ben Franklin conniptions. So within 30 seconds of getting up, I’m told what is available for breakfast. Pancakes, Danish or French toast. Normally breakfast for me comes about 2 hours after I get up and is usually a piece of fruit or a yogurt. A big breakfast right after I get up is a bit of a shock. Lunch is promptly at noon. 12:15 at the latest. But I think that’s because of Dad. He eats at 7 or 8 am and gets grumpy when his tummy is empty.
And if you tell Mom you don’t want something (“Would you like some chips?”) I think she assumes she didn’t ask the right question and tries again (Would you like some corn chips?) and again (pretzels?). Same goes for quantity. If you say you want 2 pancakes she will counter with various other numbers (3, 4, etc.) until you (me that is) chose 3 or 4 or get testy.
I’m not surprised. Mom has always liked to feed me & my friends. When my friends would show up at our house, she ALWAYS had something on hand to eat. Or something she could just “throw together.” One of my fondest memories of Mom’s abilities to just whip up a meal was my 21st birthday. There were a group of us going out to dinner, but my friend Dave couldn’t go, but had stopped by. When Mom found out he was hungry, she just whipped him up something quick. Steak dinner. And she apologized for not having enough time to do a baked potato. Yeah, that’s my Mom! The Woman Who Likes to Feed People.
My Mom will never get an award for her cooking (she did get one for her quilting!). But she makes comfort food that is perfect. I love her oatmeal – thick and perfect. And she’s pretty darned good with the tuna steaks too! So bring on the pancakes and slap me down another piece of french toast. I love my Mom and miss her cooking already.