I have a clear memory of a meal when I was about 15 or 16. Mom had called us to the table and we sat, waiting. She walked in, set a loaf of bread on the table, along with a block of cheese, the tub of margarine, and a bottle of salad dressing. Then she plonked our plates in front of us. Upon each lay a wedge that represented 1/4 of a head of iceberg lettuce.
We looked at her.
She looked back at us.
She shrugged. “I’m sick of making meals.”
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I love this. Somedays I really am sick of it. Somedays I dream about eating cereal for dinner every night. Not even different kinds.
If I’m feeling like that I opt for a get-your own meal i.e. see what you can find in the pantry and get it ready yourself. If I’mlucky someone takes the hint and makes me something too.
I have no memory of that at all!!