When I was a kid my mother put a well-rounded dinner on the table every night. They were all awesome. I’d give anything for their equal today.
One day I ate with friends. It was something from a can with crackers. No salad, not greens, yuk!
I lived in homemade heaven until I moved out.
Mrs. Maddox: “Put it on a plate, son. You’ll enjoy it more.”
Otto Maddox: “Couldn’t enjoy it any more, Mom. Mm, mm, mmm.”
In my day, it was the mothers who set the high bar for their son’s wives. That has slipped quite a bit over the decades.
I was a stay at home mom and I cooked a lot. I enjoy cooking. Anyway, I made my own marinara sauce for spaghetti, and that is what my kids were used to. So, one day my eldest daughter had dinner with a friends family. It was spaghetti; but, instead of my homemade spaghetti, the working mom opened up a couple of cans of Chef Boyarde Spaghetti.
My daughter's response to this when she came home was, "it was just sad".
I would tell them that they were going to be in for a surprise one day, and that maybe they would appreciate me more. This daugher, btw, has turned into a good cook herself. So, I believe I may have influenced her.