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MOM'S HOME
COOKING
Chicken and rice was
always a favorite growing up, and as mom has established a tradition
for children returning home from college and the like, the kid
chooses the meal. In the past, I've gone chicken, lasagna,
spaghetti, and even once I inexplicably craved and requested
meatloaf. Ah, for the want of a home cooked meal.
My trip to the OC started with a home cooked meal of chicken, rice,
and beans with breadcrumbs. I'm sure there was other food
there too, an entire table of Christmas cookies, candies, etc., but
I greedily cleaned my plate a couple times before I took a second to
look around. My Dad asked when the last time I ate was, and I
never really did give him a straight answer. |
The week featured all the old standards: hot dogs, lasagna, chicken on
Christmas, and of course, a giant pot of homemade spaghetti, just ripe
for snitching. I was caught a couple times skipping breakfast to
snatch a cold meatball from the tepid pot as its presence taunted me on
the stovetop.
Mom's cooking hasn't missed a beat, and hasn't turned to sushi and other
So Cal entrees, so it was reassuring and definitely as filling as ever.
I ate like a squirrel saving up for the winter, and I may just live to
see spring because of cooking like this:
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