Today’s Prompt: Tell us something about your favorite childhood meal — the one that was always a treat, that meant “celebration,” or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory.
Feel free to focus on any aspect of the meal, from the food you ate to the people who were there to the event it marked.
Today’s twist: Tell the story in your own distinct voice.
When I think about today’s prompt, there is one really vivid memory that pops up.
When I was a little girl, we would have my family homemade nights. Not for any particular reason, just because. Sometimes it would be because it was a Friday night, or because someone did something note worthy, other times it was just because. We would always make homemade pizza. The whole family would get involved.
My mother would make and bake the crust just enough so it wasn’t soggy on the bottom before we put on the ingredients. My mom would lay down the sauce and dad would lay down the hamburger and cheese. My brother being the olive lover that he is would always demand to be the only one to put them on…mainly so he could eat some in the process. We would all work together on putting on the pepperoni and I would get to put on the mushrooms. We would finish it off with a dash of pepper and more cheese. And my brother and I would place it in the oven together. I remember once that I sat on the floor in front of the oven because I was so hungry.
The smell of homemade pizza still resonates in my nose today. We would take it out and it would be golden brown, and mom would slice it up as the rest of us worked on putting salads in bowls and setting the rest of the table. We would let it cool down a bit while we all wolfed down our salads. After we ate the first we would do it all over again with the second, usually in the same order followed with arguing about who would get to put on the olives the second time around.
The only difference is that this time we would take it downstairs and have family game/movie night. If it was game night, we had a blast. Mom always got that devilish grin on her face when things were going her way. My brother always trying to figure out a way to cheat without getting caught, but that never really worked. My father with his look of total concentration on his face every time. And since it was usually Fridays that we did this on (no homework!) we would stay up later than usual. My father and I would always end up having a word war with scrabble©.
We always had a blast on these nights. As we got older and busier they were fewer and far between. But I will always remember and cherish these memories.
Happy Friday Everyone! What is your fondest memory?