Is Food the Root of All Things?
Apr. 25, 2010 6:36 am
Updated: Apr. 25, 2010 1:13 pm
It seems as I've gotten older, nothing happens without food in some form. When my son was younger and involved in youth wrestling we would spend entire weekends in a gym somewhere, in the bleachers at a tournament. I loved those days! I'd get up early and pack my "wrestling cooler" - a special cooler I found that was tall and narrow and fit perfectly on the floorboards of bleachers. Most mom's had their version of the "wrestling cooler" but mine was the one the kids came to - I always had strawberries and raspberries (even when they were outrageously expensive), chocolate chip cookies and plenty of sandwiches and gatorade for all.
Double-header baseball games - the same thing, but I had a different cooler for those. Always had strawberries and raspberries, though. For some reason the boys all loved those fruits.
When my daughter moved out into an apartment - after all her things were packed and moved we came back to our house. I pulled out bags and we "shopped" in my cupboards. She kept insisting she could go to the grocery store, but did appreciate the help. For months after she was gone, she still had to come home to do laundry as she didn't have her own washer/dryer yet. And - every single time I "shopped" for her in my freezer and cupboards. I was afraid she would be hungry. She's been married now going on 2 years and I just stopped doing this.
When my son comes home for breaks from school - I'm always wanting to send things back with him. He won't take much - just the "goodies". He much prefers to eat in the diningrooms on campus. He likes the quick convenience of having food just sitting there waiting for him.
Now Steve will be home from school in less than 3 weeks and I'm already plotting and planning our menus and what to have for him to pack for his lunches when he works.
I always made fun of my mom when she went thru this with my younger brother. When he came home from school our cupboards were suddenly full of the things he liked. I guess I've come by this honestly!
Last night we met our daughter and son-in-law at our favorite Mexican restaurant for dinner. As my daughter talked of what they had planned over the next couple weeks with friends and family - I suddenly realized that she sounded just like me! Each and every account started or ended with what food would be served! :-)
I think we're Yogi Bear's picnic!!
