Welcome again to Friday's Feast1. Today I'll be sharing when we took our mother out to dinner.
When I was little my dad decided to take mom out for dinner on Mother's day. Being diplomatic, he asked her where she wanted to go and we all hopped in the car and went to go eat. Unfortunately where we lived the places to eat were all far apart, so it took us a while to get there. Once there we found that there was a very long wait… so we went to the next place on her list… then the next… and the next.
By the time we encountered the third restaurant that had a very long waiting list we knew our hunger was far outweighing our patience. We then decided that we would just go to Mr. A's and pick up sandwiches to take home and eat. Why didn't we think of this to begin with? Mr A's is more of a hot-dog stand that served roast beef sandwiches and had no place to sit and eat. It was only two blocks from our house and having a reputation of being a "greasy spoon", never had a long line— especially on a Sunday.
Of course, my mother thought it was definitely worth the wait, so I guess it goes to prove that it doesn't matter where you go— it's the thought that counts.
This months theme is Moms and cooking. One of the things we all have in common is that we have a mom. Many of us even have fond memories of our mothers and even memories of her cooking or cooking with her. So what I'm looking for is anything that includes your mother and food.
If you don't want to disappoint your mother, be sure to leave a comment and include the URL so I can include you in an upcoming feast. Don't think that you have to come up with a post right away either. If you have already posted on this topic in the past— your links are always welcome.
1 If you don't know what Friday's Feast is all about, please read the Introduction to Friday's Feast page for a more detailed explanation. If you want to join in on the feast— be sure to leave a comment and include the URL to your post so I and others can know of your contribution. Also, if you want to see a particular topic— feel free to suggest it as well (I'm always looking for new inspirations).
3 comments:
My Mother's Day meal was at a rest stop on the New Jersey Turnpike. I had baked ziti and meatballs from Sbarro's. And you know what? I enjoyed every single bite!
Slow cooked BBQ roast with cheesiest garlic potatoes, veggies and a double chocolate raspberry brownie. Yeah baby! Mom would have been proud of this boy!
My Mother's Day meal was breakfast in bed. My husband brought me pastries from my favorite bakery, then he had to go to work. It was a very n ice way to start the day and made me feel spoiled.
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