Mother's Food

OK, so I’m going to try and cover all the topics I thought I would right about on my blog right away to see which ones are worth continuing and which ones are not my time and effort.

Today is going to be about food. Good old, home baked, downright amazing food.  For me, there are only two people in this world that can make food like that, my mom and my grandma. Others try, like my dad and grandpa and other peoples moms, but nobody can put food on the table that just makes me happy like my mom and grandma. There is just something that they do to make it special and amazingly appetizing. It has that quality that only they can put on it. Everybody knows this. Your mom’s homemade cookies are about ten times better then any cookie you can buy at the store. It’s just that simple.

My brother came home on a visit from college this past weekend. He brought a couple of his football buddies with him, so I’m pretty sure my mom felt she had to cook for them. I highly doubt lasagna, apple slices, and a large breakfast were on the menu for my dad and I that weekend, until she found out my brother was coming home. I don’t mind so much when my brother comes home, I get to eat well. 

Now I know that sometimes when you read or think about food, you get hungry. But I can’t miss this opportunity to describe how amazing my weekend was.  Yes, the food alone made my weekend amazing.

I actually didn’t know my brother was having his friends over until about midway through the afternoon. I came up from downstairs and say that my mom had been cooking all day. I can always tell when she has been cooking all day because she always wears an apron and turns the radio on and sings along. I inquired into what she was cooking and found that I was going to eat well that night. Lasagna, my favorite dinner, and apple slices, one of my favorite desserts. Now you need to know why lasagna (of course my mothers) is my favorite dinner. I am Italian, so naturally I like Italian food. But I don’t just like it, I couldn’t live without it. Anything that’s Italian is my favorite, but lasagna trumps them all. This is because lasagna combines everything that is great about Italian into one bite. The great pastas. The great sauces. The great meats and sausages. The great cheeses. The overall greatness of Italy in one great bite of food. But in my mom’s lasagna, everything is amplified. The approximately four inch tall masterpiece of lasagna is easily the best food on this planet.

Then came the apple slices for dessert. I am a chocolate guy. Put chocolate on just about anything and I think it is better. But apple slices have no hint of chocolate in them. They are just apples and sugar under a crust and sugar topping. They are just great. There is something about them that just makes them impossible to stop eating. Any food that you just can’t stop eating, even if you are full, is a food that is worth your while.