A decade (plus) has passed since my parents came to live with me and my husband and our three sons. Sometimes I laugh, or cry or pull my hair out, but it has not been boring. Even the most mundane days are enlivened by unprompted remarks and unintentional antics of my parents that I lovingly refer to as Elder Folktales.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Hot Dogs with Crescent Rolls
Mom is an excellent cook, although some of her skills have deteriorated since her stroke, she still prepares a meal once or twice a week. One night, Pop announced, "Soup's on!" (our customary call to supper) "What are we having tonight?" I asked. "Hotdogs with crescent rolls," mom announced while carefully taking them from the oven. As she placed the hotdogs on the table, I asked, "What about the cheese you usually put in the hotdogs?" Mom responded, "I don't know that recipe."
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