I felt like I stepped back in time over the noon hour yesterday. My friend Deb and I had lunch at the Methodist Church, where the church ladies held their Novemberfest. I’ve known Deb now for about 18 years. We first met when I started work at the News-Times where she was the classified ad manager. We’ve been attending Novemberfest almost all of the years since we’ve known each other.
I love these church luncheons. Not only is the food always delicious, but the whole atmosphere brings back many memories. The pressed chicken sandwiches (not chicken salad, mind you) are the best! These tasty treats remind me of my Great Aunt Helen. Ever since I was a little kid, and since my own kids were born, Aunt Helen would invite us over for Sunday supper every once in awhile. Her go-to dish was pressed chicken sandwiches. Now, I have no idea what is in these flavorful delights, but they taste completely different than chicken salad. I don’t think that there is any mayonnaise or salad dressing in these sandwiches. Each bite reminded me of sitting around Aunt Helen’s little dining room table with her white Depression Glass plates and a dish of her best homemade pickles. I miss my Aunt Helen.
As Deb and I enjoyed our lunch, we discussed the possibility that these noon luncheons will probably become a thing of the past. As we looked in the kitchen, the average age of the church ladies was probably about 75 or 80. I guess there will always be retirees willing to help out, but you wonder if eventually this sort of thing too will go by the wayside. I hope not. The entire crowd seemed to be enjoying themselves. And how often do you get homemade pie?
Once in awhile, it’s nice to step back to a time when things were simpler and all it took to make people happy was a pressed chicken sandwich, a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a piece of pie. Thanks Methodist Church ladies for a delicious lunch a some good memories!
A couple of weeks ago, I vented about those who can’t seem to hit the trash can in the women’s restroom at our office. I am happy to announce, that someone must have read my rant, as I have not picked a towel up for an entire week!! Well, four days. It’s only Thursday at 11am. But, I have high hopes that we will continue to have a towel free floor from now on!!
To anyone that happened to read my rant and now deposits their wet towels in the trash receptacle where they belong, THANK YOU!!! It’s the small things in life…………. : )
Who would have ever thought that I would drink coffee and even more surprising, listen to country music? Now, don’t get all excited. It isn’t like I’ve completely gone to the dark side! I’m still not a die hard coffee drinker who just has to have coffee each morning, but I do love a McDonald’s fat free vanilla latte. And, I occasionally indulge in a plain old cup of coffee laced with a packet of Sweet ‘n Low, but I still don’t break out the old Mr. Coffee unless we have company.
And what is even more surprising to me is the country music thing. I remember telling people that “country music sucks”, and thoroughly meaning it. Come to find out that I don’t think it’s nearly as “sucky” as I used to! It all started a couple of years ago when I was flipping through TV channels, and came across some guy singing a song about a “drink in my hand”. Eric Church was the singer, and “Drink in My Hand” was actually the name of the song. Not long after this, the radio station that we listen to in the advertising room wouldn’t come in. We only get two stations, and the alternative was Froggy 98. I figured that it was better than no music, so I changed the channel. Hmmmmm…….not as bad as I remembered.
Country music has changed since Johnny Cash and Mel Tillis. I’d still rather listen to something else, but since the ad reps really like country, I change the station once in awhile and always on Fridays. Guess I kind of like some of it! Now, if I could just skip through all the songs about tractors, I might be able to listen to it everyday!
Everybody has pet peeves. I probably have more than my share, but I can’t help but vent about one that bugs me every work day. We have about 15 women in the office who share a restroom. All fine and good, accept someone, or more than someone cannot hit the trash can to save their soul! Every time I use the restroom, there are wadded up paper towels on the floor. Not far from the trash can, just next to it, but it never fails, they are ALWAYS there.
The trash can is a standard size, probably 3ft tall and at least a foot wide at the top. You don’t have to bend down to make sure your wet paper towels hit, you only have to drop them in. I just don’t understand how someone can toss their used towel, not hit the mark, and then leave it laying beside the trash can. Not a big thing you say? Well, what if ALL of us chose not to aim or care? There would be paper towels covering the entire restroom floor by the end of the day! And that would be disgusting!
I will never understand. As I pickup someone else’s trash with the paper towel that I just used and throw it where it’s supposed to go, I just don’t understand. I guess we’re all just lucky that even though they can’t hit the mark, that they are at least washing their hands. Whew! Glad to get that off my chest!
I try to serve healthy meals. (Most of the time!) So, for supper tonight, I decided that instead baking a regular russet potato for Doug, that I would change things up and bake a sweet potato for him. Now, he loves sweet potatoes, but I usually serve the boiled kind covered with brown sugar and miniature marshmallows, and then toasted under the broiler. Tonight though, I simply placed the baked sweet potato on his plate with his chicken breast and waited to see what would happen.
He started eating as I checked his expression. He said, “This sweet potato is good, but it could use some marshmallows!”. I should have known better. I covered the potato with marshmallows, and placed it under the broiler, and he was as happy as a bird with a french fry!
That’s ok. I think the healthy benefits of a sweet potato including 438% of the daily value of vitamin A along with other vitamins, potassium, fiber and low calories outweighed his handful of miniature marshmallows, and also made him enjoy his supper much more! The moral of this story is that in order to get Doug to eat healthy, I have to be very sneaky!!!