Yum!

Today I'm supposed to write about a favorite childhood meal. One that said "Celebration" to me. I really don't remember too many meals from my childhood--weird, I know. My mom worked full time while I was growing up though, and she didn't really enjoy cooking. If memory serves me right, I loved her fried chicken, and I don't really like too many people's. I always love the skin.(I'm just health conscious that way), but I can't stand it if I bite into it and the chicken is not COMPLETELY done inside. That's not something I can tell by looking at it before I bite, so I usually just pass. I also liked it when my mom made a pot of white beans with ham. I cannot however, think of any meal that said "celebration" to me.
This does remind me of kind of a funny thing though. My mom's sandwiches. Yes---her sandwiches. It's not just me, cause my brothers will tell you the same thing. We loved it when she made us a sandwich. She would tell us--"It's a sandwich. Just make yourself one" and we would tell her that they just weren't the same as when she made them. Now I know many of you are probably thinking that we just didn't want to make the sandwich ourselves, and we probably didn't, but hers really were better. One thing I remember about them is that she cut the lettuce. Kind of slicing some off on a cross grain if that make sense. She didn't just peel off a leaf and lay it on. They were wonderful! I know it's crazy, but they were.

I miss my mom. I would sure love to sit down at her kitchen table and share a sandwich and chips with her. Now that would to me would feel like a celebration.