This has been a very
difficult year for me. Although it has barely
started, it has become, sadly, quite obvious, that at some point this year I’m
going to lose my mother. During the continuing physically and emotionally exhausting months of caring for her, I unexpectedly
stumbled upon some treasures from my youth while putting up the Christmas tree
at my parents’ home this past December. I
retrieved a box that I thought contained holiday ornaments but, instead,
it held my very much beloved play food and a number of dishes and appliances. I was transported back decades at the very opening
of this box. Joy washed over me as I began sorting each of the items. Firstly, I cannot believe that my mother saved these for me. Secondly, I am so very glad that she
did. I guess I’ve been a foodie from
birth. This little, though incomplete,
collection of food and dishes was something I spent hours arranging and
rearranging.
As you can see, even
back then I had matching appliances.
I made certain to
serve balanced meals, putting a steak and two
vegetables on each dinner plate.
The corn was for
picnics, and I’d serve it with the beans and franks.
Bacon and eggs were
served with the cardboard toast that was placed into the toaster that featured a
spring mechanism that caused the toast to pop up when it was ready.
The turkey was my favorite. I guess I loved Thanksgiving before I ever
paid much attention to it. It was served with peas and slices of pumpkin pie.
Life doesn’t always
deal us the best of hands, but it does tend to compensate by rewarding us with wonderful
surprises.
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