However, we do think there is a certain irony in the fact that while those who might have trouble fixing their own meals, don’t like frozen meals, people like us, who are perfectly able to fix their own meals, would seem to have a completely different point of view about frozen meals. In fact, we get downright excited when we realize we have a frozen leftover meal that we can simple heat up and eat. Even worse, we have been known to purchase frozen meals for our dining pleasure. And given the number of frozen meals that can be found in the grocery stores, we have to think we are not the only ones who partake of frozen meals. It is, we suppose, a classic example of the grass always being greener on the other side.
In addition to the food, we can well understand how nice it is to have the doorbell ring and discover there is someone there with warm food. In fact, we were most delighted recently, when the back doorbell rang, to discover our next door neighbor, Jenna, with her two children, Michael and McKenzie, delivering to us a freshly made, still warm loaf of banana bread. Jenna explained to us that she and Michael, who is two and a half, had been baking and they wanted to share their goodies with us just because. And a delicious goody it was. In fact, we think it was the best banana bread we have ever had. And fortunately for us, Jenna was kind enough to share her recipe. A big thank you goes to our next door bakers.
We are happy to report that our granddaughter, Abby a.k.a. the Widge, turned the ripe old age of four this month. And for her birthday, we decided to give her a Precious Moments statue which has long been a fixture on one of our kitchen counters. The statue is of a little girl holding an empty birdcage with a cat at her feet. The little girl is crying and several years ago now, Abby asked why the little girl was crying. As only her father, or possibly her grandfather in his day, could explain, she was told the little girl was crying because the bird got out of the birdcage and the cat ate it. After that, every time she came to visit, she would explain to us that the little girl was crying because the bird got out of the birdcage and the cat ate it.