EDM #19 - Draw Something You've Made

Journaling:

It was tough to find something I had made that wasn't two-dimensional arty stuff or dinner related. Then I spied this old basket tucked in the bookcase.

I remember making it. A lady I worked with conned me into taking a basketmaking workshop her friend was hosting. I really didn't want to learn how to make baskets, but I went, had fun, and bought some split oak to make more at home. I don't know what became of the others, I remember one was an egg basket. Haven't seen it in decades.

I was trying to remember when I made this basket, then I turned it over. I had signed and dated it (1984) along with the location and the note, "My First Basket!" (Had to laugh at that. How very typically anal-retentive of me.)

I hang on to this basket because it keeps me in touch with the survival skills of my ancestors. I figure if I survive the aftermath of a nuclear holocaust, basketmaking might be a handy skill to have.

Spaghetti & Eggs

Journaling:

Hubby wanted a Chef Salad for supper tonight so I put some eggs on to boil. Realized later there was only enough lettuce for one salad so I heated up some leftover spaghetti and took two of the eggs.

Hubby looked at my plate and said, "All you're missing is the fried bologna."

"Fried bologna? What???"

Then I got it.

Oh.

When my sisters and I were young, my mother, who is NOT a cook, would make weekend suppers of macaroni and cheese, boiled eggs and fried bologna. She fed a family of five with one small box of Mac -n- Cheese, four boiled eggs, and three pieces of bologna. There were leftovers. No wonder we were all so skinny back then.

After we all grew up we looked back and realized what a horrible combination of food this was for a meal. We ate this fairly often too.

Now it's a running joke with us.

"What are you having for supper tonight Sissy?"

"Oh, I don't want to cook. Probably macaroni and cheese, boiled eggs and fried baloney."

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The slice of bologna was cut in half and when fried would curl up into a football shape. Everybody got 1/2 piece except Daddy. He got two halves.

(pointy arrow to white spot on bologna)
<--Shiny grease highlights

As a footnote to this story, I have not eaten fried bologna since I left home. If I never eat it again it will be too soon.