We traveled to the homeland to enjoy time with family. We ate tender braised beef that had been raised right there on the ranch. We ate sweet corn grown by my aunt–and just about the only area sweet corn that has managed to survive the drought. We ate party foods–pizza, potato chips, and cotton candy and sno-cones from the Sheridan County Fair. We ate, ate, ate and ate
It was all good food.
And when we came home, my 11 year old cooked us a supper of boring lentils and boring cornbread. It was quiet around the table except for passing the salt and honey butter. Somebody piped up, “I’m so glad we’re home and eating lentils.”