Throwback Thursday — Family Meals

Maggie, at From Cave Walls, and Lauren, at LSS Attitude of Gratitude, alternate hosting Throwback Thursday. The idea of the prompt is for them to give us a topic and for us to write a post in which we share our own memories or experiences about the given topic. This week, Maggie wants to know what mealtime was like in your home.

Here are Maggie’s questions.

1. Did your family have a sit down breakfast or were you more grab and go? What beverages were served at breakfast? What was your favorite (and/or least favorite) breakfast meal?

My father left for work before most of us were up. Except for weekends, it was pretty informal. I usually had orange juice and milk at breakfast. My most common meal was cold cereal. My favorite breakfast meal was hole in the wall eggs.

2. Did you snack before the mid-day meal?

Most of my midday meals were at school, so no, no snack before that meal.

3. At school, did you buy your lunch from the cafeteria, or did you pack lunch? In high school, were you allowed to leave school grounds during the lunch period?

Mostly, I bought lunch at the cafeteria, but my mother would occasionally pack a lunch for me. Yes, in high school, seniors were allowed to leave the campus for lunch, but I rarely did.

4. For times when you had lunch at home, was it sandwiches, leftovers, or a newly prepared meal?

It was either sandwiches, or something frozen like a chicken pot pie or TV dinner.

5. Did your family sit down together and enjoy the evening meal or were you more of a TV dinner in front of the TV family?

My father often didn’t get home in time for dinner, but my mother and sisters and I would dine together. My father would have leftovers when he got home, usually after 8:00 pm.

6. How did your weekend meals differ from your weekdays?

Lunches were pretty much the same, but my mother typically made French toast or pancakes on Saturday and my father would pick up cold cuts at the deli on Sundays. We usually ate out for dinner on Saturday nights.

7. Who did most of the cooking in your household? Did that person also do the meal planning and grocery shopping? Were you taught to cook or were you shoo’d out of the kitchen?

My mother did the planning, the shopping, and the cooking. I didn’t come into the kitchen until it was time to eat.

8. Did you have dessert served at your meals? If so, what types?

Not directly after dinner, but we would often have some kind of dessert after dinner while watching TV.

9. Who cleaned up after meals? Was it a shared responsibility between men/women, girls/boys or was it delegated based on gender?

Mainly my mom. My father never cleaned up and my mom didn’t want to burden my sisters and me with cleaning up after meals.

10. How about late night snacks? Okay or discouraged?


11. Were dining manners stressed in your household? No elbows on the table, no hats at the table, no belching, please, thank you, and may I be excused?

We were expected to behave at dinner, but it wasn’t obsessive.

12. Did you have occasions where you had large family gatherings for meals? What occasions?

Holidays, birthdays, anniversaires, etc.

13. Did you say grace or have a blessing before meals?

Not a prayer, so to speak.

14. What dishes are you glad disappeared over the years? What dishes have you carried forward into your own home?

I suppose by “dishes,” Maggie means meals/recipes, and not physical dishes (i.e., plates, cups, saucers). None of those physical dishes survived. As a matter of fact, neither did any of the meals or recipes, either.

BONUS: Care to share any favorite family recipes?

As I mentioned above, none of the recipes survived, either on paper or in my memory.

Maybe Next Year

This post is about baseball. If you couldn’t care less about baseball, please feel free to skip this short post. I promise I won’t hold it against you.

The Major League Baseball season is over. Well, it’s over for the teams that didn’t make the playoffs. Like my favorite team, the Boston Red Sox, and my two local favorites, the San Francisco Giants and the Oakland A’s.

The Red Sox ended the season dead last in the American League East, 21 games behind their arch rivals, the New York Yankees. And yet, with a 78-84 record, there were 13 teams across both the American and National leagues with worse records, including the Oakland A’s, which lost 102 of its 162 games this season.

The Giants, who won 107 games last year, managed to finish at 500 this year, with an 81-81 record. But even though they ended in a third place finish in the National League West, they were a whopping 30 games behind their arch rivals, the Los Angeles Dodgers, who had the best record in the Majors this year, with 111 wins against only 51 losses.

So, with the post-season playoffs about to get underway, which teams will I be rooting for? Yawn, who cares? All I can say at this juncture, when it comes to the Red Sox, the Giants, and the A’s, is “Maybe next year.”

True Story — I Have Enough

At a party given by a billionaire on Shelter Island, Kurt Vonnegut informs his pal, Joseph Heller, that their host, a hedge fund manager, had made more money in a single day than Heller had earned from his wildly popular novel, Catch-22, over its whole history.

Heller responds, “Yes, but I have something he will never have: enough.”

Six Minute Story — Eye of the Beholder

When I saw the above Halloween movie poster that Christine Bialczak used for her most recent Simply 6 Minutes prompt, it looked like it was taken from the point of view of someone lying down on an operating table looking up and seeing ugly faces staring down at him or her.

That reminded me of a 1960 episode of The Twilight Zone. Written by Rod Serling, it was the story of a woman who has undergone numerous treatments in an attempt to look normal. She is shown with her head completely bandaged so that her face cannot be seen. Her face is described as a “pitiful twisted lump of flesh” by the nurses and doctor, whose own faces are always in shadows or off-camera.

Unable to bear the bandages any longer, the woman eventually convinces the doctor to remove them early. As he prepares, the doctor develops great empathy for his patient and he becomes displeased with concerns expressed by the nurses. He questions why she, or anyone, must be judged primarily on their outer beauty.

The doctor removes the bandages, and announces that the procedure has failed, and her face has undergone no change. The camera pulls back to reveal that, by the contemporary viewer’s standards, the woman is beautiful. But by those same standards, the doctor, nurses, and other people in the hospital are ugly, with drooping features, large, thick brows, sunken-in eyes, swollen and twisted lips, and wrinkled noses with extremely large nostrils, almost like pigs’ snouts.

FOWC with Fandango — Decorate


It’s October 6, 2022. Welcome to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).

Today’s word is “decorate.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. Show them some love.