Wednesday November 26, 2014
from a thank you card
When my mother makes soup she chops up everything in the fridge – even the rejected broccoli florets in the crisper corner – and she lets it simmer and she adds salt and pepper only at the very end.
“Two eggs and one piece of whole grain toast has been my breakfast for forty six years… Why would I change that now?”
When my mother goes grocery shopping she organizes her grocery list by type. “Fruit”, “Meat”, “Dairy”, “Treats”.
“Snacking causes obesity.”
When my mother makes salad dressing, she chops up garlic very finely. She refuses to use a garlic press. “Lazy,” she calls them.
“Take this banana bread and share it with a friend! I don’t want it!”
“Well then why did you make it?”
“I wanted one or two pieces, not the whole loaf! If it sits on the counter, I just eat it!”
When my mother orders tea in a restaurant she says, “Bag out, please.”