My idea of a good time is dragging my sorry ass up the stairs after a long day, plopping down on the bed, snuggling with my husband and watching re-runs of Law and Order or, if God REALLY loves me, a NEW episode of Real Time With Bill Maher. This 4 star vacation is earned after a day of schlepping kids, policing homework and of course the dance of death known as feeding everyone.
I’ve lost the will to live at that point, so preparing food for myself is out of the question. I hastily eat something over the sink or bring things up to the bed that can be dipped or combined such as pesto with bread and diet coke, or Cheezits and Cranberry Juice. Oy.
Food, Family and Memory
Food, Family, and Memory
What's in the Freezer?
Food and death are a marvelous combination, except for when one
suddenly causes the other. In my family, news of someone’s passing
usually initiates a steady stream of food delivered to the ground zero
of loss. Sandwich platters, rice puddings, and pink cardboard pastry
boxes tied up with string. These are a few of my favorite things. The
food, not the death part.
The different foods that are bestowed upon the bereaved are a reminder
of the living. Who else but the living would care enough to drop by
with a Bundt cake? Keep the pan. I have extras for times like these.
You can look at this delivered feast as a measure of the love for the
deceased. Home made fried chicken is a great compliment; day old
grocery store pie, not so much.
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