For Mother’s Day I thought I would share with you a childhood memory or two from my mother’s kitchen.
Ben and I were raised to love milk. My mom and dad must have been raised to love it as well. The four of us could go through 3-4 gallons of milk in a week. We weren’t one of those families that drank it at dinner. It’s a sin to have anything other than a big glass of sweet tea with dinner. But somehow between the four of us having milk for breakfast every morning, a cup or two with cookies throughout the week, and replacing water with milk whenever we were hot and sweaty from being outside (ok, that’s just Ben) we consumed large amounts of milk. I remember drinking chocolate milk every single morning for breakfast. Not just any chocolate milk. Carnation Instant Breakfast. Every morning my parents would wake me up by bringing me a glass of Carnation in a fancy blue glass…because it couldn’t hold enough milk for the packet thus the drink was more chocolatey. That’s what got me out of bed everyday. Breakfast in bed every morning. A little spoiled, I guess. You can imagine how awfully terrible my mornings were if I woke up to, “Brittany, we’re out of milk,” and was then handed a glass of Carnation mixed with powdered milk and lukewarm water. Disgusting! My dad finally learned to start making early morning trips to the store to get a gallon of milk to avoid my bratty response. To this day, I CRAVE chocolate milk like no other food/drink. All the milk we bought, it probably would have been cheaper to buy a cow. But then I’d have to get up every morning to milk a cow and, well, bratty adolescent Brittany would have never done that.
The nights we had hot beef sandwiches for dinner I knew there must be NOTHING else in the kitchen to eat. I mean, we must be out of butter and cheese because wouldn’t a grilled cheese be a better option than hot beef sandwiches? My mother couldn’t have possibly planned to have hot beef sandwiches for dinner. What about a yellowish green beef mixture on white bread sounds good? Hot Beef Sandwich night happened not by choice, because it could never be a purposeful part of the week’s meal plan. Well, I must be honest with you. I ate them every time. And not one ounce of complaining came from my mouth about those sandwiches. They are GOOD! Brown some ground beef, drain, mix in mayo and mustard, and spread on white bread. If you add too much mustard, it turns green and really loses its appetizing appeal (as if it had any to begin with). Delish…and apparently cheap and easy.
On this Mother’s Day I want to say thank you to my mother who always had powdered milk on hand so that I did not go to school unhappy and on an empty stomach (because I refused to have anything else for breakfast). And thank you for all the hot beef sandwiches you lovingly prepared for me so that I didn’t go to bed hungry.
Thank you also, Mom, for allowing me to sarcastically share these memories with the rest of the world. Thank you for your fantastic sense of humor.