Writing 101 prompt for today:
Today, be inspired by a favorite childhood meal. For the twist, focus on infusing the post with your unique voice —
even if that makes you a little nervous.
I want to point out that I am not bothered at all now about what I’m going to tell you; it’s just that the few who I have related this story to thought it quite funny. It is, in fact, funny in an odd way; it is one of these things that was not funny then, but it is now.
The prompt mentions this quote:
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.
I know this quote well, and I usually use it to justify my “Skinnering” (South African slang for gossiping.) Anyway, we were always, always broke. There was never money, because dear old dad spent the little he earned on cars and the horses. I heard my mom and aunt once talking about my dad and uncle. It seemed that they went out on their own to some or another restaurant for steaks when they won a few bucks on the horses.
There were days when I was happy about the apricot tree outside in the back yard. Our meals, now and then, were bread and jam, etc. Don’t get me wrong, there were times when there was food in the house, but there were also those other times.
One day though, we were out endlessly visiting family, on dear old dads side of of course. On the way home, late at night dad decided that he was hungry, us two kids were starving, but I was often too scared to say so. Dad stopped at a cafe; mom went in and bought us each, my brother and me, a pie and a coke. It tasted divine. I thought that this must be what it must be like in a fancy french restaurant.
I was about nine years old at the time. You will then understand when I thought that with my first paycheck, when I was big, I would buy myself a pie and a coke and sit under a tree to have it.
You may have a little chuckle now. My favourite food now is most definitely not a pie and a coke, but rather a nice piece of hake and sparkling water, but I’d still go and sit under a tree to have it.
Coke Image from: Vintage images. org