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Eating Out

When I was a child living in Cincinnati, Ohio, my parents, my brother and I ate dinner out at the same restaurant almost every Sunday. 

I don’t remember the name of our go-to restaurant.  I do recall that Ruth was always our “server” (a term that didn’t exist then) and she knew that I would always order creamed spinach.

When our children were growing up, we cooked dinner at home except for Sunday night outings to a local Chinese restaurant or occasionally ordering pizza to go.   At least that’s how I remember it.

Nowadays, it seems that our children and grandchildren eat out much more.  It is a generational thing.

When Jeremy made a thirty-hour visit earlier this week, the only thing he ate at my home was an entire three-pound bag of clementines.  We ate dinner out the first evening. He doesn't eat breakfast. We ate lunch out the next day in the middle of a ten-mile walk.  I would have cooked a much better dinner at home the first night, but the Brazilian restaurant that we happened upon the next day served a fabulous luncheon buffet. 

He was on his way to the airport by 4:30pm. 

Another child’s visit that was way too short.


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Becky in California

The thing that really stuck out for me, Judy, as I read this, is how fabulous is it that you are so fit as to be able to take 10-mile walks. It's very inspiring.

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