The Day of the Loaf of Beef…

It was growing close to midnight last night when I called my father’s cellphone with my fingers crossed. He usually stays up to 1 A.M. I wanted to know what Helen was cooking the next day. It was a gamble, but mom and dad were sitting in the den reading books as my father’s television droned on and on in the background. “Mom said we are having meatloaf and I wanted to confer with you before I get excited,” I told him. “I thought you would like that,” my father said warmly. I thanked my father very profusely.  Yes, meatloaf would hit the spot on these cool autumn days. I could hear my mother in the background saying I would probably like macaroni and cheese as well. Bless her heart! I would be lucky just to get either one of them. Meatloaf sandwiches are the best the few days after Helen cooks the meatloaf. Super Size Me!

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - November 22, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs