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Fall ramble
Oct. 31st, 2003 07:36 amIt's Halloween. In my mind, this is the beginning of the holiday season. In my mother's home, we would have been madly getting ready for her Fall Fashion Show. (She designed and made clothing for Rich Ladies)
My Dad's restarant would have been gearing up for the kind of meals Truckers want when it's cold out, and they're on the long haul. Fried chicken, split pea soup, thick steaks, monster baked potatoes, and an endless stream of pumpkin pie.
When I wasn't making petit fours under Mom's gimlet eye, I was at the restarant, breading 50 pound batches of chicken, or washing MOUNTAINS of dirty dishes (Daddy believed in doing things Right, no automatic dishwashers for Him!!!) Escape was into the cabbage fields, behind the restarant, with my dog.
Ike. He was a short haired german pointer, and he loved to chase rabbits.
Hmm. There was a point to this, when I started. I think I got lost, remembering.
My Dad's restarant would have been gearing up for the kind of meals Truckers want when it's cold out, and they're on the long haul. Fried chicken, split pea soup, thick steaks, monster baked potatoes, and an endless stream of pumpkin pie.
When I wasn't making petit fours under Mom's gimlet eye, I was at the restarant, breading 50 pound batches of chicken, or washing MOUNTAINS of dirty dishes (Daddy believed in doing things Right, no automatic dishwashers for Him!!!) Escape was into the cabbage fields, behind the restarant, with my dog.
Ike. He was a short haired german pointer, and he loved to chase rabbits.
Hmm. There was a point to this, when I started. I think I got lost, remembering.
