Sunday, January 9, 2011
Home Sweet Homer
Today I stopped by my Grandma Cronkright's and we had shrimp cocktail for lunch. She is extremely hard of hearing and I was trying to explain to her that I was heading to the church to help our Pastor make lasagnas. After I was done explaining (more like yelling...), she said "Who's Theresa?!" Theresa? I had not once mentioned a Theresa to her. Maybe lasagna sounds like Theresa; I'm not really sure. It's kind of like talking to Aunt Bethany... for anyone who is familiar with Christmas Vacation.
My Grandma and Grandpa Cronkright had 7 boys and somehow my Grandma managed to keep her sanity through the years. Every night she was expected to have dinner on the table when my Grandpa C got home from work. Roast beef, homemade bread, and chocolate cake were staples in the Cronkright household. Leftovers were always packed in Pa's lunch pale for lunch the following day. She once told me "You should always have dinner planned out by 11:00 in the morning." Having a home-cooked dinner on the table was extremely important to her. It didn't have to be anything fancy or gourmet; just simple, old school cooking.
There must be something about comfort foods and home cooking that continues to bring us back. If you think about it, is it possible to return home without a home cooked meal from mom? Fine dining is definitely where I'm headed, but I will be sure to always remember my roots in Homer no matter where this road takes me. If my Grandma can keep 7 boys satisfied and coming back for more, maybe 'Home Sweet Homer' isn't so bad after all...