I will never forget everyone trying to squeeze into a small booth at the local greasy spoon to eat breakfast together. My oldest daughter was about eighteen months old at the time. We were home on a visit while my husband was on a short mission with the military. Myself, both parents, my sister, my brother, and my daughter squeezed into that tiny booth, and my poor brother-in-law had to sit up at the counter, for lack of room. As we ate, laughed, and argued over various topics my little Beansprout swung into action capturing bacon. Every person that ordered bacon was now bacon-less. My cute Bean stood there in that booth holding every piece of bacon not for ransom, but for her own tastebuds to devour each greasy morsel.
The laughter that overpowered our table was contagious. My hometown is a small city; you know the kind of town where everyone knows everyone. Quickly our families laughter spread through the diner, as each neighbor asked what was so funny and joined in. My brother-in-law was in deep conversation over the upcoming baseball season. At some point he turned around from the counter to see what we were carrying on about. At that time I noticed he still had bacon on his plate. I leaned over, "Bean look Uncle G still has bacon on his plate" and set her down out of the booth. As he was being filled in on the hostage situation, a little hand reach up on to the counter and snatched away his crispy strips of joy.
The entire innocence of this little girl taking everyone's bacon will always put a smile on my face. She stood there in her own world looking at her hands filled with bacon and munched away. She looked at us crazy adults with such a look that you could tell she truly was clueless to our behavior. Oh how I loved that visit home.
I think you can never really have enough bacon. Actually with my Beansprout, who is now in college, its not just all about the bacon its also cheese. You know how families have "an open door" policy? You know, their door is always open to family. Well when it comes to cheese the refrigerator must too have an open door policy. Between my sister & daughter my parents can not keep a block of cheese in their fridge. I think even though we all live within an hour drive, when cheese gets put in the cheese drawer its like a sixth sense says "You must go eat the cheese, they have restocked the drawer".
As a family you can never have to many memories. Memories are made everywhere, but some of my fondest memories involve eating. I suppose some of those restaurants out there are busy because people forget to make memories at their own table. There is one restaurant that is busy simply because they say"tell me when" and they add more cheese.
Chicken and Broccoli Alfredo
1/2 pkg (8oz) linguine
1 cup frozen broccoli
2 tbsp butter
1lb boneless chicken (cubed or shredded)
1 can cream of mushroom soup
1/2 cup milk
1/2 grated parmesaun cheese
"salt and pepper to season"
1. Cook linguine until tender, add brocolli last four minutes. Drain
2. Heat butter in skillet add chicken, stir often, cook till brown.
3. Add soup, milk, cheese, and seasonings, stir for 1 minute.
4. Add linguine and don not forget to ADD MORE CHEESE