*be-yoing* *beyoing* *beyong beyong beyong wiiiiiiiiiiing*
(your noises may vary) Oh, well. Then I doze off, and my tummy has to wait until morning.
My wife will ask "Are you hungry?" My answer is, normally, "No." We eat anyway, as I need fuel to keep my sputtering body going at some level. Well, food and drugs. Lots of drugs.
But this is the food issue, so......
I have two platefillers that I do on request. One is a meatloaf dinner and the other is Texas chili. Comfort food in the former, hot and spicy for the latter. I balance the firepower in the chili with honey cornbread. Oh, sure I can do the burgers/hot dogs on the grill, even a steak, chicken, or even pizza, as long as I can sit down near the fire.
The above is a picture of the Boston Market meatloaf. I tweaked their recipe a bit. Much better.
My wife has her comfort meal, too. Chicken breasts with mashed potatoes with cranberries. Amazing.
Of course, we do desserts. My wife's cakes are charmingly made, and we both bake cookies. And breads. So we do okay.
Sadly, what I can never have again is my mother's rice pudding, and her apple pie. The last time I had the rice pudding was Thanksgiving 2000. She made a bowlful of the heavenly treat and was to go with my wife and I to visit my wife's family in Syracuse. Unfortunately, she never made it, ending up in a hospital after a terrible fall Thanksgiving morning. My mother never returned home. Before I went out to Syracuse, my brother and I shared the bowl of pudding. We both knew we'd never have another. Or another apple pie.
No matter what your lot in life, savor every bite.
Thanks for reading.
