The Easter Feast was at my house. Lately the gathering has been at Heather's . Andrew and
Rhonda hosted Christmas last year. Everyone brings a dish .
I always roast the beef and make gravy . Crock pots are great for keeping meat balls and sauce
simmering hot.
Between you and me, it's not the same if not at my house.
No small part of the feast is a house redolent with the aroma of beef roasting five hours and piquant sauce for the meat balls. It flows out the door in welcome and puts a smile on everybody's face.
I can't help it. I have this conviction about details. I think it's a gene from my maternal grandmother.
My grandfather's porridge was served with cold milk in a separate bowl so the porridge stayed hot
and defined in it's own dish.
Mashed potatoes were mounded, sides marked with fork tines. A depression on top, shaped like a volcano was filled with a small pool of melted ,creamy yellow butter,
Ayrshire potatoes with a floury texture are considered superior. Golden Wonders are the ultimate.
My grandmother made the simplest of homely tasks into artistry and precision.
Of all my children, Heather is most mindful. Everyone else depends on Heather to look out for Mum.
But her own house is full still.
Every one there is very comfortable with Mum looking after things and Dad being best friend.
As Adam's life grows more full and satisfactory, Heather's life is a continual round of fund-raisers, organizing, and transportation to weekly games, events and tournaments.
The more normal Adam's life becomes, the more frenetic his mother's .
Yesterday was Heather's birthday. She was born in the early hours of Easter Saturday morning.
Om his way home from work, Adam went to the new supermarket on Yonge Street in
Newmarket and bought pink carnations and a gift card for dinner for two at Swiss Chalet.
He snuck out of the house in the morning without wishing his mother Happy Birthday.
He had a secret plan.
It was without a doubt, the loveliest of gifts,
Lovely, Evelyn. thank you
ReplyDeleteWe need more Adams in this world. How lucky you all are to have him.
ReplyDeleteOh, my ! Real butter ! I remember that !
ReplyDeleteBeautiful story about some wonderful people.
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