A close friend of mine who is much older than myself once told me that you don't truly become an adult until both of your parents have died. I think of his words and wonder about the truth in that statement. My Mother is staying with us until her new home is ready to move into. I have not lived with my Mother since I was eighteen years old and we simply approach life in an entirely different manner.
My Mother never worked outside of the home and her entire life has been dedicated to the family and the hearth. Everything was homemade and there were no shortcuts in preparing meals. There was no such thing as the delivery man as we never ever had a food delivery made to our home. I didn't even know that getting Pizza out was really an option as my Mother made it for us.
Pizza in a restaurant was deemed less than desirable. We did dine out often but it was when we would head into New York City or go to an upscale restaurant. It was never for casual dining although on occasion we would go to a Greek diner. Fast food was definitely out of the equation and pre made meals were not on the meal plan. My Mother is a wonderful cook and the time that she took into preparation of cooking began in the morning.
My Mother never worked outside of the home and her entire life has been dedicated to the family and the hearth. Everything was homemade and there were no shortcuts in preparing meals. There was no such thing as the delivery man as we never ever had a food delivery made to our home. I didn't even know that getting Pizza out was really an option as my Mother made it for us.
Pizza in a restaurant was deemed less than desirable. We did dine out often but it was when we would head into New York City or go to an upscale restaurant. It was never for casual dining although on occasion we would go to a Greek diner. Fast food was definitely out of the equation and pre made meals were not on the meal plan. My Mother is a wonderful cook and the time that she took into preparation of cooking began in the morning.
