One night we had Italian from Giada de Lorentes, another it was a scrumptious salad from Ina Garten, the next Monday it was a homemade french strawberry tart from Julia Child. What restaurants were we going to? Home. When we lived with the Murnighans we had what we called “Monday Night Dinner”. No matter what, we were all gathered around the table fellowshipping with each other and eating gourmet food. Usually Rachel or I made the dinners or we did them together. We would seek out recipes and try them. ANYTHING was game.
Why is this important now? I don’t really know. Maybe it was the comfort of family, the warmth that only a really good bowl of leek and potato soup with french bread can bring, or maybe I’m just hungry. Every now and then, like today, I think of those dinners. I miss the variety of food in the states, I miss all of the flavors. I miss being able to jump in the car and run a mile to the grocery store and get fresh strawberries or butter. I miss my friends and family… all of them. And I am hungry, very hungry. LOL! I’m not starving but I’m so hungry for things I can’t get. Such as apples, peaches, berries, steak, American milk, McDonald’s hamburgers, In and Out burger, Zaxby’s, just about anything. And really, I’m pregnant, so I’m just plain hungry.
On these hungry days, I dream of Monday Night dinners. I also dream of fellowship with my American family and friends. New friendships are being forged here but sometimes I need the familiar. So maybe in my dreams tonight I will be cooking with you Raechel, or eating your tacos with the family, mom. Maybe we will be eating with the Millers and Lorg’s at Pei Wei, or John’s mom’s pot roast with dad and grandma and grandpa. Dreams or memories, we think about you and love you. Goodnight, see you soon.