Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Today was spent doing the last minute, hectic cleaning and errand running that usually occupy the day before I leave. Yes, I leave Thursday, not tomorrow. But tomorrow will be spent visiting my student one last time, getting my hair done and then running around wondering what it is I've forgotten. Even with my infamous to-do lists, I always feel like I've forgotten something. Last time what I forgot was the grocery list. Not a big deal, but still. I had forgetten something.

Tonight, however, was the last time I made dinner for my family, and probably the last time I'll make a meal for more than two people for a few months. I love cooking and baking, so to only cook for two people will be a bit of a challenge.

My family is made up of foodies. We use pretty much any excuse we can to make a nice, elaborate meal. This morning (technically early afternoon) when I came upstairs into the house, my dad was in the kitchen. The first thing he asked me was, "Hey, Kiddo. What do you want for dinner tonight? It's probably going to be your last home cooked meal for a while."

It struck me then that it was the last time I'd have dinner with my whole family before I moved out. Sure, Boyfriend and I will be back for a few weeks after tour, and a few weeks in the fall, but it won't be the same. I'll be visiting. So I started thinking about what I wanted to have for dinner, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to cook.

The first thing that came to mind was homemade creamed corn. It's something my dad came up with years and years ago, since I loved it, and the family's general consensus was the canned creamed corn was shit. I learned how to make it years and years ago, and it's still one of my favorite things. I mean, it's gravy with corn in it. It doesn't get much better than that.

Then I thought about other sides, I mean, it was a natural progression. Since I was coming to the conclusion that I wanted to make dinner, I've been wanting to make garlic mashed potatoes for a while now. Then I realized how heavy that would be. Rich potatoes, gravy with another starch in it... so needed something green. Grilled asparagus... Grilled zucchini... yessss.

The meat was the last thing. Boyfriend and I both love beef, so that's the usual meat portion of our meals. When I voiced this to my dad (I have a habit of thinking out loud) he offered pork chops with applesauce stuffing. We'd had that a little less than two weeks ago, so I opted out of it. Then I thought of chicken. I'd only made chicken once since I'd gotten back from Seattle, and there was a recipe that had been floating around in my head for a honey mustard chicken.

So yes, I made a ton of scrumdiddlyupmptious food. And we all gorged. It was marvelous.

We watched American Idol, played armchair quarterback and bullied the girls that weren't as good as Angela Martin. Then we put on one of our favorite food porn movies. You know, those movies about restaurants or chefs that show gloriously lit shots of the food being prepared and served, and the actors moaning and rolling their eyes back into their heads when they take the first bite. Yeah. That's the kind of movie we watched. And the kind of dinner we ate. There would be times when everyone would be talking, and suddenly, silence would fall. You could maybe hear the sound of chewing.

Glorious, marvelous night.

3 comments:

Sara Louise said...

That's sweet. It sounds like you had a lovely (not) last meal with your family.
Before moving to France, besides the occasional dinner party, I usually just cooked for one (me). So dinner was usually pasta or an omelette. Now I'm loving the cooking for two. I know you'll think it'll be difficult going down to only two, but I like it. It's easier to cook with whatever small bits and pieces that may be lurking in the cupboard or the fridge to make up food for two, or I cook for four, the Boyfriend eats for two, and then there's one serving left over for my lunch the next day.
Get luck with the move =)

Sara said...

You know, I was just thinking you in particular were destined to be a foodie. I mean on the one side you've got our Daniels people. Good, hearty farmers with the best biscuits, chocolate pie, blackberry cobbler and the like. And you've got the Italian side with all the pasta and fantastic goodies.

I mean come on. There was no escape!

BTW, your blog has officially made me hungry for that tuna in milk gravy stuff over biscuits.

**Drool**

And in anticipation of tomorrow, travel safe, my dear cousin!

Heatherly said...

I remember a Saturday Night Live skit or something that showed the logo for the Food Network. Below it, it said: "Porn for Fat People." Love it!!!

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