“How often have the greatest thoughts and ideas come to light during conversations with the family over the evening dinner?” 

Today is a lovely day with fall warmth and such a bright sun the leaves on the oak tree in the backyard seem to glow. It will be in the high 60’s. I’m going out. My uke club will be playing in Hyannis, and I will be there, in the audience as it will be a while before I’m back playing. I still have those pretty yellow pins and my finger is so swollen it is misshapen. I’m supposed to see the surgeon next week.

When I was a kid, my favorite Sunday dinner was roast beef with gravy, mashed potatoes and peas. I always made a well in my potatoes for the gravy. The challenge was not to let the gravy drip beyond the well. I used to scoop up the peas with the potatoes. Before I was leaving for the Peace Corps, my mother asked what I wanted for my dinner. That was easy.

My mother made great brownies. She never used a box mix but made her own. They were always frosted with chocolate icing, and she sprinkled jimmies on the top. I always liked the corners, the crispy part.

I remember Sunday afternoons when we stayed home and didn’t visit my grandparents. We’d hang around the house and sometimes watch TV. I remember seeing Lassie Come Home on the afternoon movie matinee. The TV was angled in the corner, the same corner where we put our Christmas tree. We used to lie on the rug to watch it. My father would read the Sunday paper in the chair by the picture window. He always brought the paper home after church. I’d read the comics.

The Sunday dinner ritual went with me to Ghana. I’d sometimes cook one of the dinners my mother had sent in a package. They were as valuable as gold and used sparingly so they’d last a while. Other Sundays, I’d ride my “moto” to town. On the perimeter of the lorry park were chop bars, places which sold Ghanaian food. They were basically sheds with a table or two and some chairs. The pounding of the fufu and the cooking of the soups took place outside in the back. I was there for takeout. My friend Bill and I would buy a light soup to eat with fufu. We’d attach the bowls we’d brought to the backs of our bikes and hope for the best. They never fell off the back.

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4 Comments on ““How often have the greatest thoughts and ideas come to light during conversations with the family over the evening dinner?” ”

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Right mow the temperature is 69° and it has been cloudy all day. This morning it rained a little before I got up. It hasn’t rained a drop since then. Hopefully, there will be more rain tonight and maybe in the morning. We are still in drought conditions from the summer.

    When I was a kid in Dallas, my father bowled in a league and I would accompany him. The bowling lanes had a section full of pinball machines, which I played until I ran out of coins. The bowling ally had a ticket office for the AFL Dallas Texans professional football team. If a player in the league did something exciting he would get several free tickets to the game that afternoon. We had two football teams and they both played in the Cotton Bowl in Fair Park. Both teams drew flies in those days. Clint Murchison and Lamar Hunt, owners of the Cowboys and the Texans, supposedly flipped a coin as to which team would leave town. The Texans moved to Kansas City and became the Chiefs. During the 1960 season we and maybe 25,000 other people went to several of the home games. We seemed lost watching professional football among the empty 50,000 other seats.

    We usually went out for dinner on Sunday nights. It gave my mother a rest from cooking dinner the other six nights of the week. We either had Chinese or Italian food. There were few Chinese or Italian restaurants in the late 1950s in Texas. Most restaurants were barbecue joints, fried chicken joints, or various country dinners. Chicken fried steak was always first on the menus.

    My favorite Italian dish was Spaghetti Parmigiana, a dish they made especially for me. My favorite Chinese dish was Shrimp with Lobster sauce. In those days ethnic food was very strange to native Texans, most Chinese restaurants served dinner rolls along with the Egg Fo Young. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      HI Bob,
      We got to 68° today so it was a beautiful day. We are supposed to have scattered showers tomorrow. It has rained quite a lot lately, but I don’t know where we stand in regard to the drought.

      My mother bowled in a league. Here we play candlepin, small balls and three to a frame. Bowling was popular enough that there were bowling matches on TV on Saturdays. Both my parents watched. The local bowling alley had nothing but alleys. Some years back they turned a grocery market into a bowling alley. It has game rooms and is a birthday destination for kids. My parents would have hated it.

      When the Patriots started, they were the Boston Patriots, and they played at the BU field in Boston. The Krafts, the owners, later moved the Pats put of Boston to Foxborough and paid for the stadium with no public funds. The Pats were’t very good then along came Bill Belichick. The Pats, now the New England Patriots, got better and the stadium sold out, still does.

      We seldom went out to eat. It was too expensive to take out he whole family when I was younger. When I was an adult and visited my parents, we always went out to dinner, usually for lobster. Another favorite spot was Santarpio’s in East Boston. We went there often. They had the best pizza and all sorts of sausages. I loved their combo plate.

      • Bob Says:

        Yes, I remember the Boston Patriots. Lamar Hunt was the founder of the American Football League. His father, H.L. Hunt was the wealthiest man in the world in the 1950s. He developed the entire East Texas oil fields and was an ardent right winger. H.L. founded the Freedom Network and supported the John Birch Society. Lamar tried to get Dallas an NFL team and was rebuked by the Washington Redskins. So he got some of his rich friends, such as Baron Hilton, Bud Davis, Al David and a few others and they started the AFL. Eventually the NFL expanded to Dallas with the Cowboys in 1959.

        I know that in New England bowling means using candle pins and smaller balls.

      • katry Says:

        I didn’t have all the background of the start of the AFL. I was only a partisan football fan so I did follow The Pats. I’d watch the games with my dad. I remember when the Krafts were chosen as the new owners. There were cheers, and people were right about them being the best choice.

        Most people outside of New England don’t know candlepin exists. I’m impressed you do!


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