Sunday was a big day at my house.
The previous Sunday, August 25th, was Daughter Falon’s birthday. She was in New Orleans with her hubby enjoying the sights and sounds and a shrimp Po’Boy. And as a result we carried her birthday through the entire next week to this past Sunday.
Birthday cake arrived with best bud Bridget on Wednesday and we sat around eating a concoction of beef, corn chips, pork and beans, lettuce, tomato, onion, and crushed potato chips that we call Wildwood Special. We made it on camping trips when I was a kid. I know you’re thinking that must be the worst sh*t imaginable, but I could eat the stuff every day by the bowl full. Yum. And then we had cake. I love cake.
Sunday was the dinner-of-Falon’s-choice day. You can pretty much bet on chicken and dressing when it’s Falon’s choice. Cornbread dressing. Ain’t no Yankee fixin’s in this here house.
So Sunday I woke up, made cornbread, installed a couple of shelves in the Craft Cave, made toast, cleaned the kitchen, chopped celery and onion and simmered it in broth, cleared the cave of several items, cleaned, tidied up, went back to the kitchen, cooked pasta, and at 3 Falon appeared with several bags of groceries, mostly fruit and veggies.
We cleaned, sliced and diced and packed quart jars with salads for this week. We made breakfast burritos to freeze.. We spent three hours in my kitchen, made a big mess, generated a bucket of peelings for the compost heap, and ended with breakfast and lunch for two for a week.
It’s all been good.
Oh, and then I finished our dinner of chicken and dressing and green bean casserole and mashed potatoes and gravy and cranberry sauce.
Monday, I couldn’t move. I found the sofa, the dog and napped for the better part of the day. I love naps. Naps are sooooooo good. Naps are almost as good as …well ..you know. One quick trip out to the bank and Falon’s house.
She forgot her burritos.
And back to napping. Sweet.
It is rather ironic that this note follows a description of the plenty we have in our home. I’ve never gone hungry, never been homeless, although I have slept in a friend’s basement. But today I learned that 1 in 5 Arkansans worry where there next meal will come from, that food insecurity is common. That is unacceptable in this country. Why are we allowing this to be the norm for anyone, especially our children. We are at the top of the list in this state, but across our country this is a problem. We send billions of dollars all over the world for war and weapons and our children go hungry. Why do those in power ignore this? Why is there such wealth disparity? Really, you can fly in private jets, collect billions off the backs of the poor and working class and sleep at night? It is unconscionable. Studies indicate that people of wealth actually give far less than people who have little to give. You in government, on Wall Street, in the banks across America where you give 1/2% for our savings and charge 15 or 25 or 35% on a credit account, you corporations, you’ve got the power, I will acknowledge that…now do something good with what you’ve got. That’s a challenge. Get off your superior asses and make a difference in the world, a real difference.