“Saturday is the mightiest day of the week. It’s unshakably, overwhelmingly superior.”

This morning I dragged myself out of bed to watch the coronation. The pomp was perfect to consecrate and crown a new king. The ceremony and the traditions kept me interested. The music was beautiful, the audience colorful. I watched for three hours then went back to bed. Long Live the King!

Today is beautiful. It is 62° and will get even warmer. The sky is as blue as it ever is. The air is so still not even a leaf blows. Nala is asleep on the deck in the sun. A dog’s life is well lived, at least in this house.

When I was a kid, we had milk delivered. I remember the milkman’s truck and the jingle of the bottles clinking against each other in the wire carrier. The box for the milk was on the back steps. We always got a bottle of chocolate milk. We never drank it straight but mixed with the white milk so it would last longer.

I remember eating Rice Krispies while watching TV on Saturday mornings. I always lifted the bowl to my ear so I could hear the snap, crackle and pop.

I had winter boots. I never had rain boots. Nobody I knew had two sets of boots. My shoes and socks always got wet in the rain, even sodden. My socks sometimes got so wet I’d leave prints on the kitchen floor.

Saturday was my father’s errand day. He always wore white shirts to work and every Saturday he’d take them to the Chinese laundry uptown and pick up his clean shirts. Each shirt package had a sheet of cardboard keeping the shirt from wrinkling. My father gave the sheets to me, and I’d use them for crafts or drawing. My father used to get a trim at the barber shop. It only had a couple of chairs. The barber always wore a white coat.

When I was a kid, my favorite sandwiches were bologna with yellow mustard and sliced hot peppers. The peppers came from a jar, and I had to slice them. I also had to slice the bologna as it was from a roll. The slices I cut were irregular and sort of lumpy. The soft white bread collapsed around the lumps. Those were the ugliest sandwiches but they were also the tastiest.

I still like bologna, but I get it sliced from the deli. I don’t even have any yellow mustard. I often change the sandwich up and buy different mustards. My favorite of late is German mustard. I don’t buy white bread anymore, at least not soft white bread. Right now I have rye bread.

I have no beans, but I have hot dogs and top sliced rolls. I also have cole slaw. I toast the rolls with a bit of cheese. On the cooked dogs I add toppings, my mustard and Stonewall Kitchen’s Farmhouse Green Relish. That’s my dinner tonight.

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2 Comments on ““Saturday is the mightiest day of the week. It’s unshakably, overwhelmingly superior.””

  1. Birgit Says:

    Beautiful warm spring weather here, no reason to watch an old man getting a crown, I even turned off the radio. I read about the new law and that several protesters were arrested, another bad authoritarian law. It’s sad to see what happens to this lovely country.
    I still bake bread myself with wholegrain spelt, oat, flaxseed, sunflower seeds and more. I have to admit that I’m too German to eat white soft cardboard which unfortunately is a problem when I’m abroad.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Brigit,
      Today we reached 70°. It was a lovely afternoon.

      I did not know about the new law. That is horrible denying the right to protest. I guess I figured I’d never probably see another coronation.

      My sister and I had seen that ugly chair with the stone under the seat on a walk through Westminster. I reminded her today.

      My usual bread is Dave’s Killer Bread with 21 Whole Grains and Seeds Organic Bread, a long name. This week, through, the supermarket was out of that bread so I had to substitute. I can only find it in one store locally.


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