My mom is 90 and although she grew up during the war and ate nothing, or what was available, now she is a meat and potatoes kinda gal. She's a 90 lb woman who says, "com'on, more potatoes and don't you have gravy, butter and sour cream to go with that...hold that green stuff." She doesn't drink water or juice but she makes her own wine and enjoys that. Lately when she sees me eat my veggies, she says, "I'm old enough I can eat what I want"...and she does. When I go for a long walk or a hike, she says, "I'm old enough, I don't have to do that." She says that 90 is a time when she doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to. Part of me resists her theories but most of me celebrates with her. She had a tough life and doing what she wanted was never an option...she still feels the need to agree with those around her and not speak her mind (except with her kids) and so if she can get that freedom by eating crackers for dinner and frequenting the local diner, or by being a couch potato, then all the more power to her. She also says, "the worst that could happen is it could kill me...and at 90, I'd rather do that than eat carrots." Go Mom!!!
My mom is 90 and although she grew up during the war and ate nothing, or what was available, now she is a meat and potatoes kinda gal. She's a 90 lb woman who says, "com'on, more potatoes and don't you have gravy, butter and sour cream to go with that...hold that green stuff." She doesn't drink water or juice but she makes her own wine and enjoys that. Lately when she sees me eat my veggies, she says, "I'm old enough I can eat what I want"...and she does. When I go for a long walk or a hike, she says, "I'm old enough, I don't have to do that." She says that 90 is a time when she doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to. Part of me resists her theories but most of me celebrates with her. She had a tough life and doing what she wanted was never an option...she still feels the need to agree with those around her and not speak her mind (except with her kids) and so if she can get that freedom by eating crackers for dinner and frequenting the local diner, or by being a couch potato, then all the more power to her. She also says, "the worst that could happen is it could kill me...and at 90, I'd rather do that than eat carrots." Go Mom!!!
I have always loved the idea of eating my meals at a local diner. If only.
Love Dessert for lunch. And the precision you have to use for making your mom's breakfast. Love in action, with homo milk only. : )