The Diner thread has gotten me on a food kick.
I was up until 1:30 texting with my daughter about our favorite foods. She will be visiting us for a few days beginning tomorrow and we are already planning the meals we will be having-
Chicken Pot Pie with cabbage slaw
BBQ chicken on the grill with baked potatoes and grilled romaine salad
Pho at our favorite Vietnamese place
Ethiopian at a place down in Lancaster
Chuck roast and vegetables in a mushroom/onion soup broth baked in an oven bag.
Then our conversation turned to favorite meals ever. Mine has and always will be the one I had on August 9, 1974. Nixon resigned that day. That evening my aunt and uncle took me and and my widowed mother out for dinner. My Moms sister and my cousin joined us.
We went to the now long gone Lombardo’s Restaurant a few blocks from the Capitol. I had Veal Scallopini, baked stuffed potato and a marvelous green salad with blue cheese dressing. The flavors were amazing. The peppers, tomato, thin delicate veal and wine sauce were divine.
The adults each had two or three manhattans (it was another time) and I got to eat the soaked cherries. My love of that magic elixir of Canadian whiskey, sweet vermouth and cocktail bitters was ignited that evening.
Life, lived well, is good.
P.S. On a serious note, my wife and I were near forty when we started having kids. Thank God we did. I come close to crying each time I see my lovely 23 year old daughter. She is a blessing. My son? He is the best person I know. How is it possible to love someone so much?
I was up until 1:30 texting with my daughter about our favorite foods. She will be visiting us for a few days beginning tomorrow and we are already planning the meals we will be having-
Chicken Pot Pie with cabbage slaw
BBQ chicken on the grill with baked potatoes and grilled romaine salad
Pho at our favorite Vietnamese place
Ethiopian at a place down in Lancaster
Chuck roast and vegetables in a mushroom/onion soup broth baked in an oven bag.
Then our conversation turned to favorite meals ever. Mine has and always will be the one I had on August 9, 1974. Nixon resigned that day. That evening my aunt and uncle took me and and my widowed mother out for dinner. My Moms sister and my cousin joined us.
We went to the now long gone Lombardo’s Restaurant a few blocks from the Capitol. I had Veal Scallopini, baked stuffed potato and a marvelous green salad with blue cheese dressing. The flavors were amazing. The peppers, tomato, thin delicate veal and wine sauce were divine.
The adults each had two or three manhattans (it was another time) and I got to eat the soaked cherries. My love of that magic elixir of Canadian whiskey, sweet vermouth and cocktail bitters was ignited that evening.
Life, lived well, is good.
P.S. On a serious note, my wife and I were near forty when we started having kids. Thank God we did. I come close to crying each time I see my lovely 23 year old daughter. She is a blessing. My son? He is the best person I know. How is it possible to love someone so much?
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