Food for your family

[cape chef]

As I check my pork loin slowly roasting in the oven, And my two daughters age 10 and 6 are at freinds homes and my wife is running errands and our new puppy Molly roams her new frontere I think back to the care my mom used to take to feed me and my btothers and father. I always remember our dinner meals being very good. It makes me wonder as my kitchen fills with the aroma of roasting meats and fall squashes how lucky I am to be a chef.With all the B*&&6sh&%t We deal with how great is it to cook a wonderful meal for your family,using that last piece of bread to sop up the sauce, alittle food running down there cheeks and every napkin you could possible own is soiled. I miss those times with my family at the table. when we slow down some, we relieze our gift and our chance to feed our family and hear that special word YYYuummmmmm!! Sorry just a little sensitive tonight. Remember eat well and live well

[shroomgirl]

OH CC I have a friend who just opened his own restaurant...Italian and his family eats with him every night. There is something wonderful in his dedication to his family. His mother and father are in helping often....and his wife makes many of the desserts. He is an inspiration!

[This message has been edited by shroomgirl (edited 11-05-2000).]

CC, wow what a great post. It was written so I could almost smell the roasting meat and squash. I remember getting home from church and the smell of the roast my mom had put in before we had left. It seems like a different time now. Everyone is so busy with their lives that you forget to slow down and appreciate the simple stuff like bread and wine.

That was a great post. Along with a big Sunday dinner, my mother always baked a cake and a pie as well. Oh, to live in the days of pre-cholesterol . . . I still cook a ridiculously large meal on Sundays; the kids have moved away (ungrateful toads!), and my husband swears that I must mean to serve the neighborhood, but I don't hear him offer any other complaints.

Some years ago, I read that smell is the most evocative of the senses. Christmas cookies baking (no matter what kind) take me back to my mother's kitchen table, "The Little Drummer Boy" on the radio and my father and grandmother mooching from the cooling racks. Tis the season for nostalgia, and I'd give a lot for one of my mother's weird nut cookies . . .

[m brown]

I make much of my own baby food, bake bread a few times a week and make sure we eat dinner together 4-7 times a week. The kids get corrected in their seats, we discuss the day's events, my husband gives a physicis lesson and the kids beg for dessert.
When I cook, I remember my mother and her mother and the tremendus work, love and care put into each meal.
Thanks CC, family is everything.
Even if they don't like mushrooms or spinach I always make them try it and never treat our home like a diner, what is cooked is dinner, no a la cart!!!!
It's also fun telling friends what was for dinner, discussing family secret recipes,and realizing how lucky we are. Good times.