Food for Thought

My family's middle name is food. If we had a family crest, it would be a carved piece of fried chicken and a biscuit.

For some reason (maybe it is because my middle name is food, I don't know), I was thinking back to Saturday nights when I was little.

My daddy loved steak. He loved crab meat, fish, shrimp, etc. too. But he really loved steak. I don't know who taught him how to eat all these foods when he was raised on beans and taters, cornbread and biscuit with the occasional piece of fried chicken or pork roast.

I remember, back to Saturday nights, I would get a few pieces of Daddy's steak. It was bloody and more or less warm. I would also get a few bites of Mother's steak, which was crispy critter dead. As you might not be too shocked to know, I can eat steak any way I can get it, but I usually eat medium well because of health safety stuff.

I know you were on the edge of your seat wondering how I ate my steak.

Since Daughter has been sick, we have obsessed about her eating: what she can tolerate, how much she can eat, how much she has eaten, etc.

Now Mother is unwell. She called my sister-in-law to come see about her. She (my mother, not my sister-in-law) ain't eating worth a flip and she's taking medication anyway, medication that she should have food in her belly before taking.

So now she's having terrible stomach pain. Maybe it's an ulcer, Daughter's is and their symptoms are similar.

Today's conversations with Brothers have been lengthy and only about the food my mother does and does not eat.

Well, her stubborn, do as she pleases no matter what you say attitude, was mentioned too.

I called to check on her a little while ago, and although she told me she was beginning to hurt again and if things got much worse she would have to "go somewhere" (ER, I reckon), she was most frustrated because she'd sent Brother to the store and he'd got chicken noodle soup instead of just chicken soup, which she had underlined twice on the list because, "I am never going to get Granddaughter's chicken and dumplins made without the right ingredients."

So you can see, dear readers, my family revolves around food, eaten and uneaten (leave the uneaten around long enough and Husband eats it).

PS: I got my birthday cake a week early. It's Italian Cream.