I’m cooking sausage and potatoes tonight for dinner. When I was a kid, it was a go-to meal for my mom because everything roasted in one pan in the oven and she didn’t really have to DO anything. She loved that shit.
She used to serve it with a freshly opened can of corn and a tossed salad (heh heh heh..I’m 12). We used to eat every meal at promptly 6:00 pm, unless my father had to work overtime, then she stalled as much as she could but if he was going to be really late, we ate without him. That hardly ever happened though.
We used to live in a basement apartment under my mother’s parents, my kitchen was small, and our washer dryer was right next the sink. My grandmother sometimes would come down while we were in the middle of eating or my mom was in the midst of cooking and just start a load of laundry…always with hot water so the apartment would get sticky and always with extra bleach. I don’t think I ate a meal for 13 years that wasn’t mixed with the smell of Clorox.
She always tortured the sausage. My mom had this crazy fear of getting some worm/bug from undercooked pork, so she always massacred it when she cooked it.
We would have salad that was simply a head of ice berg lettuce, red onion, canned olives, salt, pepper, olive oil and vinegar. My favorite was eating the soggy red onions after they had been sitting in the bowl for a while.
We always had this plastic felt lined tabel cloth on the table, mostly because the table was a hand me down and chipped and wounded looking and my mom was embarrassed of it.
The one that stood out for me had salt and pepper shakers on it, it always looked like they were dancing. It was red and brown and white and my mom always burnt it with her cigarettes when she smoked late at night.
The meal filled us up and it was even better left over, with some ranch dressing to dip it in.
I don’t always respect my parent…I don’t always know what to say to her or what to make of her, but I’m thankful for the memories I have.
The good ones. The ones I hope they love as much as I did…and do.
I don’t use vinyl table cloth, or have a washer in my kitchen… but I hope what I do pass on to MY kids, is enough for them to look back on and smile when they remember.
That’s all I want.
That’s enough for me.
At dinner I was apparently really annoying my little brother, because all of the sudden he says “Rach I swear to god if you say one more thing I’m going to kill you”
without thinking I shout “FRANKLY I DON’T THINK YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES”
and my dad who was turning to tell him off for being rude just spits his drink all over my brother because he’s laughing so hard.
Every week we have a family dinner at my uncle E’s house. And My uncle T makes dinner for all of us. It was a few months ago that my aunt (E’s wife) died. I thought i was starting to get over it. Today some music was playing and then ‘my aunt’s song’ came on and E put it up really loudly and started crying. Which made me feel like i was losing the plot.I wanted to start crying with him. I wanted to hug him because that seemed like the right thing to do. But of course i didn’t.
I felt like i did when i found out she was gone. I didn’t want any of my cousins , or parents or sister or E or any one to see me cry. So i went to the bathroom and bawled my eyes out. When i came out the song had ended and E and T fought. E said that T always made too much food and that he needed to calm the fuck down. And their fight just grew and grew. I couldn’t take it any more so i walked out and T said ” see what you did. you upset her”
Dinner wasn’t the same this week. I just wish Claire , my aunt hadn’t died. For every ones sake. Now, i’m crying. Fuck.I need to stop writing.
I sincerely love my family dinners.
Today, after we were done eating, my dad is about to get up when he pulls a red twizzler from out of nowhere and proceeds to ask, “Where did this come from?”
I looked at him (see gif), wondering how he could have possibly gotten a twizzler so quickly, and how he wasn’t full. I couldn’t believe it since my mom made a huge Irish dinner.
Apparently it got stuck to his pants when he was snacking on them earlier.
I’ve been calling him the “twizzler houdini” ever since.
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I love having family dinners, even though there’s just the 3 of us & even though, I barely talk. It’s my time to actually get to know my parents & see how annoying my dad is to my mom & how my mom gets annoyed easily ahaha & how my dad is actually funny in spite of his outlook appearance. People say he’s a scary looking man, but inside his own home, he walks around in his man-underwear & laughs & teases. I learned tonight that I love family dinners & how I wish it would happen more frequently. It’s my time to laugh with them & just listen for once. If for some reason, things change in this house .. I know eating together as a family is what I’ll miss the most. I LOVE MY MOMMA & DADDY SO MUCH! I don’t know what I would do without them seriously! I could do without anyone except my parents! They are what keep me sane & intact.