Write 101- #10 Hungry Thoughts
Friday 26th September 2014
Feel free to focus on any aspect of the meal, from the food you ate to the people who were there to the event it marked.
Today’s twist: Tell the story in your own distinct voice.
Day 10 – #10- My Hungry Thoughts.
Gaa/C June 2014.
Another day gone, I waited for my brother, we always walked home from school together. Today the sun was shining but it was still very cold, the past couple of days had been very frosty in the morning. It would only take us about fifteen minutes to get home, through the village and along the gravel road, into the small path passing the local football ground and then into our road. Our house was about half way down, opposite was a huge oak tree.
We walked in the back door and the normal sight of seeing mum preparing and cooking dinner. Both me and brother went into the front room and I shouted “what’s for dinner mum?”
“Tomato and cheese spaghetti, followed with rhubarb crumble.”
I would help my mum make it and went into the kitchen to see what she was doing. Preparing tomato’s by skinning them and then grating cheese, boiling up the spaghetti. “You can prepare the rhubarb if you like.” mum said. I then did as she had shown me and finished by cutting them into small chunks. I am yet to learn how to make the crumble, mother had already done this. She finished putting the spaghetti and cheese and tomato together and then place the dish in the oven. She then prepared another dish and then filled it with the rhubarb and topped it with the crumble. I have always loved this dinner especially the rhubarb with home made custard. Yum, Yum!
I use to help my mother with her cooking, she was a great cook, she use to do it for a local hotel and person who she worked for. I enjoyed baking mostly, doing sponges and fruit cakes and then decorating them. It was always a great feeling when people ate it and said how good it was.
My mother started to wash up and I assisted by doing the drying and putting away, all the time smelling the aroma of the food in the oven cooking.
“Mmm I am so hungry mum.” I would say.
It wont be long now, dad should be home shortly and we can sit down and eat.” my mum would say. she was always cooking to meet dads coming home from a days work in the factory.
Right on time my dad would turn up at the time of 5.30pm, and mum was serving up the dinner. She would not let me help because of the hot dishes.
I always did and have loved this dinner, we all sat down together and ate our dinner.
“Dad, what’s for dinner?” my daughter shouted, jogging me out of my dreaming thoughts.
“Tomato and cheese spaghetti, and just for a treat I have done rhubarb crumble for afters.”
“Oh good, my favourite dad.” she shouted back.
Gaa/C© Friday 13th June 2014