One of the saddest things about my parents splitting up and then remarrying is that the new marriages ended up with new babies added to the families, and when my father died his first set of kids got absolutely nothing from his inheritance. Everything he owned was given to his new family – even his left handed Martin guitar that he had promised my left handed sister. As usual, the original family suffers. Sometimes I get angry at how unfair life can be!
Category: Relationships
One of my favorite comfort food meals is grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup and bread and butter pickles. Oh, and rippled potato chips, and a cold glass of milk. I don’t know why I consider that a comfort food; I don’t think I’ve ever noticed that in a cook book about comfort food. A couple of months ago my son’s girlfriend came over to spend the day and they were cooking up some grilled cheese sandwiches with apple slices in the sandwich. I’d never heard of that before, but I tried one and it was awesome! I’ll be adding that to my mental assortment of recipes to do again the in the near future!
After dinner last night my sister brought out a large cardboard box full of pictures taken back in the ’60s. It was so much fun looking at how skinny and awkward we looked back then! Most of the pictures that were taken as group family photos had at least one of the kids pouting. That must have been very frustrating to our parents, trying to get a good group shot and there was always someone throwing a clog in the gears!
Some of the photos were of us kids inside the old log cabin that we used to spend our summers in. One of the things that I loved about that cabin was the feeling that you got when you were inside – it really felt like it was an authentic old log cabin. There were only three rooms – a small galley style kitchen, a small bathroom with a shower (no tub) and a large multi-function room. We used that large room to eat, play, and sleep. It was furnished with rustic log furniture that looked like Adirondack chairs made with whole logs. I was really quite sad when my parents sold that cabin; I loved that place.
Seems as if fire pits are all the rage lately. My sister was telling me that she was looking at some patio fire pits at FirePits.com to get some ideas about decorating her little garden oasis in the back yard.
I think that the fire pits are cute, and when I think of the memories of my own childhood of roasting marshmallows around a camp fire, I think about how cool it would be to have a fire pit to roast marshmallows on again. But then reality hits me and I realize that as awesome as it would look, my “real” family would probably never use it; my “real” family is a bunch of technogeeks that don’t like going outside for any reason at all. I love my family, truly I do, but I sometimes wish that we could have some “old fashioned” family fun together.
Ever since we moved here I’ve tried to get my husband to try the Perkins Restaurant with me. I’ve never eaten at one, and I like trying out new places to eat. Unfortunately my husband resists trying anything new. He has trouble adjusting to change. Sometimes I wonder what in the world happened in his childhood that traumatized him so much that he has such a challenge with that!
Anyway, today my mother asked me to go with her to a doctor’s appointment to take notes about what the doctor said. I did go with her (and it’s a good thing I did, there were a lot of notes to take!) and on the way home she asked me if I had ever eaten at a Perkins restaurant. I told her that I had not, but have always wanted to try one. So, we ate at Perkins! The food was good, the wait staff was very friendly and helpful, and we brought a freshly baked cherry pie home with us to share with my hubby. I hope to go back there and eat there again in the future. It was a good experience.