Muses

Mom, What’s for Dinner? Oh really….Heaven help me.

My mom was a pretty good cook.

At least she cooked.

We had a meal on the table half-past Walter Cronkite every night. Not that the TV was on. EVER. Heaven forbid. (Minor exception when University of Florida football playing at 6:35 on a weekday night.)

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It’s almost Thursday and like a compass needle drawn to that big N in the sky, I find myself looking over MamaKat’s prompts.

1.) What’s for dinner Mom? Describe a meal your Mom cooked that you dreaded eating growing up.

 

Within seconds of reading that prompt two words popped into my head:

Chipped Beef.

There will be no need for an accompanying photo because Chipped Beef looks exactly like you vomited on a piece of toast.

Imagine that and you’ve got your 8 X 10 glossy worthy of a Martha Stewart cookbook.

Except with Chipped Beef you eat it.

It was warm.

Just like vomit.

It was a spectacular aromatic blend of creamy and chunky.

Just like vomit.

Amazing thing was I ate it every time and it always stayed down.

 

What did your mom fix that looked like the contents of your stomach?

Or maybe just tasted like it?

P.S. I love you mom. I know you cooked all that Barfed Beef because Dad had a thing for it.

Mama’s Losin’ It
 

 

 

           

           

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