Φιλαδελφία – It’s NOT All Greek To Me

Φιλαδελφία – It’s NOT All Greek To Me

Day Ten: Happy (Insert Special Occasion Here)!

Tell us about your favorite childhood meal — the one that was always a treat, that meant “celebration,” or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory. Free free to focus on any aspect of the meal, from the food you ate to the people who were there to the event it marked.

Today’s twist: Tell the story in your own distinct voice.


 

Happy Brotherly Love Day!

There’s no other way to share in my own distinct voice than to share a piece of my family.

When reading this post and thinking of meals, immediately I thought of mom.  Choosing to not go with what’s obvious for me, I continued to think and thought of Ricky.  He is my brother, my baby brother.

He was born with so much wrong but purposed with so much right.  I’m grateful my mother refused to hear and accept the negatives for his life.  So she went to the church she attended and laid him on the altar and surrendered him to the Miracle Worker.  Now…, no longer blind, no longer deaf, no longer crippled, and…

…well…

Now he was able to get into mischief.  You know his big head used to take the dolls of my sister and I and put them on a rope by their necks; that’s when they weren’t being thrown out the window.  Yeah my baby brother.

He was and still is a mess, but I have to dedicate this post to his-messness.:) lol.  Anyway Bro –

Remember when Rozetta and I was down for the count?  I can’t recall how old we were, but I know you were too young to be left in charge.  How that happened evades me because mommy nor daddy would have never allowed that.  Anyway, I had cut my hand and had fresh stitches and Rozetta was sick.  While we both laid in the bed, you became the man of the house. Lunch time came around and you took control.  Since you were too young to operate the stove and microwave, your ingenuity kicked in.  You made a basic ham and cheese sandwich, and if that wasn’t sweet enough, you sliced (with a plastic butter knife) a piece of pound cake too. Now anyone could put dessert on the side but you put the cake in the sandwich, so we could have one wholesome bite of goodness.  Since I was only using one hand, that was perfect for me.

Then, you didn’t leave your sisters dry but you also gave us something to drink.  Again, not being able to use the stove to boil water, you turned on the faucet and ran the hot tap water and mixed it with the Swiss Miss hot chocolate pack.  Was it worthy of Chef Ramsey’s attention?  Nope, but it should be.  Why?

What’s the purpose of preparing a wonderful meal?  Enjoyment and Memorabilia has certainly got to be big on the list. Indeed that’s what your meal was, with that not so secret sauce of Brotherly Love.

Love ya and thanks much.

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