After LV dropped me off at home I went into the house. My feet felt like ice chunks after the long buggy ride. After checking the kitchen stove to make sure it was banked properly for the night I went into the living room where I spent time standing and walking on the radiator to thaw my feet. The house felt empty knowing that Mom and Daddy weren't there.
The next day I kept busy with all the regular work besides taking care of a lot of customers who were trying to do Christmas shopping. I was glad when a van drove into the driveway and I saw that Mom and Daddy were at home.
Daddy carried the suitcase into the house and Mom immediately started unpacking them. I sat on the edge of their bed and told her all about the awful meal I had prepared for LV and how inspite of everything he had said he loved me.
She listened to everything I had to say and told me how happy she was for me and that she had some pretty awful cooking experiences when she and Daddy were newly wed and that I could expect more adventures like that in the future even though I was quite capable of cooking well.
That night after we went to bed I overheard Mom telling Daddy all about the errant drumstick and they both laughed heartily. I pulled my cover over my head and vowed that I wouldn't ever make another meal for LV as bad as that one had been.
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Did you not get in trouble for LV being there when they told you that you could invite a few friends over? I was worried that they'd not like you being there w/o a chaperone!
ReplyDeleteI was thinking the same thing as DeMo (above) - my mom worked evenings and rule #1 was no boys in the house. I'd love to say I totally obeyed her but... ;) You know what's bad - when you marry a man who's a BETTER cook than you!! Wait, actually it's not so bad now that I think about it. LOL I wish you had some pics from that time. Great story (again!) ~ ♥
ReplyDeleteNo, I didn't get into trouble. Four of my brothers had been there too and besides all our dates were unchaperoned from 9 P.M. till midnight.
ReplyDeleteG'morn JC ~ Another 'I have so loved' story, chapter after chapter. I too would have thought you would have been chastised for having LV there.
ReplyDeleteYou have such a beauty & peacefulness in your writings that just move one to feel they know you as a friend forever.
Thank you for another beautiful share ... of your life.
Have a lovely week ~
TTFN ~ Hugs, Marydon
I enjoyed this story so much. Thank you for sharing and by the way, I'm still laughing about the turkey leg. I'm also laughing about some of my cooking blunders!!
ReplyDeleteRegina
Your post has me laughing today! I remember a time when I tried to fix my (then newlywed) husband a special meal that seemed to turn out all wrong. As embarassed as I was and humiliated at heart, he just ate it and told me I did a good job. I love it when men are sweet like that. :o) LOL.
ReplyDeleteAm really enjoying your story keep it up,yes I know you are a good cook,if we'd have a cooking contest you'd win by far,
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely story. I can identify with the cooking blunders as I've had many over the years. My gracious husband has thanked me for every meal I've ever prepared for him but the years (and my own tastebuds) have taught me to read his plate.
ReplyDeleteThanks for writing.
Elizabeth
How funny, enjoyed your memories. What a good story!
ReplyDeleteuntil next time... nel
I remember how secure I felt when my folks came home too. I made some awful meals for my hubby too but he ate them anyway.
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