Photo from FB: Rick Mallett (St. Augustine Memories)
This week, I’ve enjoyed Turkey, dressing, sweet potato and cranberry sauce every night since Saturday.
Yesterday, it was lunch and dinner.
Same meal Marathons are not an isolated incident in my life.
I used to wonder why I’d make a whole pot of something (stew, chicken and rice, blah blah blah) and eat the same thing for a week. It seems to be a family trait.
Me, age 7
My sister told me about a time we had canned pork and beans over rice for dinner every day for a month. Being 3 years younger can be a blessing as I have no memory of it. Not that I imagine I’d like such a rickets-inducing fare, but when you’re a kid you don’t know any better.
My sister doesn’t like eating that way. I love it and will save half what I cook in lunch-sized containers so that I don’t have to pay $5 or more a day for lunch at the office.
Families can be unpredictable. In fact, I predicted that my daughter would cook a traditional meal for everyone in her family and I predicted that my son would go out to eat with his family to get something other than Turkey.
Here’s what really happened:
My ex-husband (#3) kept my daughter company during the Thanksgiving holiday while her husband and the kids went to visit his parents. Hubby and family went deer hunting. My daughter and the only man she remembers as “father” went out for Chinese food.
My son cooked a 20 pound turkey. Yes, you read that right. He was also making homemade cranberry sauce when he was talking with me on the phone. Another couple, whose daughter is my granddaughter’s best friend, were making everything else for the dinner (both are thankful their daughters have such a good friend).
Families are such weird animals. You never know what they’re going to do.
I’m certain the kids have said the same thing about their mom.