Observation day one was on Friday at 2:45 p.m. my parents, my two sisters, my brother in law and myself all gathered around the dining table for our weekly family lunch. Lunch consisted of fish and rice, caesar salad, spaghetti and steak with
They make different types of soup such as potato, chili, chicken noodles and ham and beans. They even do a veggie tray and bread. Towards the end of the Soup Supper, a member does bingo for people to have a chance to win a prize. Although, the Lions Club has an annual Soup Supper, they also have a Fishing Derby. The Fishing Derby is held on the first Saturday of June every year.
I love going to my cousin’s house in Thanksgiving. First, we get together. I get dropped off to my aunt’s house one night before. Me and my cousin’s play and watch movies that are not related to Thanksgiving. We always get lazy and eat junk food.
Day after too many days, the defense lawyer Murray Richman went to the same restaurant for lunch, ordering the same meal as he had the day before: a Mayan sun salad with a sautéed filet of salmon. He continued to do so until his murder trial in the Bronx finally ended on Wednesday, and he will resume the ritual the next time he goes to trial there. “I’m eating the same food every freaking day,” Mr. Richman said recently, noting that the trial was lasting several weeks longer than he had expected. “It’s very good, but how many times can you eat it?” For all his considerable skills at the bar and knowledge of the law, Mr. Richman, whose clients have included mobsters, politicians and rap stars, acknowledges a complicated and at times humorous
We came off to have our dinner just before we went to the basketball game. Homeless people were all around the McDonalds ready to cash in their daily earnings on their dinner. I felt a sense of uneasiness walking back to the table, hoping nothing remotely odd would happen. There at the table were my three friends Will, Chris, and Richard. Will is a short for a guy his age and has a fairly high pitched voice as well.
When he saw him. The meal had been turkey and they cooked it in the backyard in the barbeque over charcoal with the lid down tight. His father had put hickory chips on the charcoal and the smell of the cooking turkey and hickory smoke had filled the yard. When his father took the lid off, smiling, the smell that had come out was unbelievable, and when they sat to eat, the meat was wet with juice and rich and had the taste of the smoke in it. He had to stop this.” This memory affected Brian in a bad way.
What really made those breakfasts special, though, were the stories. Stories of my Dad’s dreams of owning a little restaurant on the lakefront, of little chairs and little tables, of having a laminated menu with items ranging from his eggs, to his whole-wheat popovers, to his toast. “Joe’s Café,” he’d call it. Day after day, he’d tell me his aspirations of owning a gourmet restaurant, even though an hour later he’d sit in the driver’s seat of his Toyota on the way to his office job. The stories of his restaurant faded gently into my memories
Hope and pray everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving with Family and Friends. It was just the three of us this year. I (with the help of my son Jerrid) cooked a ham, turkey (breast), dressing, pea salad, potato salad, rolls, cranberry sauce, and pecan pie. It was so good. I had planned to also have green bean casserole but ran out of steam.
I was looking forward to doing nothing but eat, sleep, shop, and hang out with friends and family. The first thing I did when I got home was go to my favorite restaurant—Glory Days Grill. I got a huge over of boneless chicken wings and cheese fries. This was something that I had missed a lot at college and craved almost everyday. Next, I went and said hi to all of my closest girl friends and their mothers.
Usually everyone comes to our house the next day to play games, watch movies, and eat more food! This year we went to Grandma and Grandpa’s house and ate turkey. Daddy was roasting the pork all day for the next day when everyone would come over. While we were at Grandma’s house my cousins and I played with army men, and talked a lot. All day we could smell the dinner Grandma was preparing.