Suzanne Fromtling
There will be much more to come, but it's almost time for a Medifast shake ... LOL!
I will be referring to my love for what "America Loves Most" in a few posts, so let me start by explaining myself on this.
My eating history, when it comes to solid food anyway, started in the late fifties but took place primarily in the sixties. I recall homemade dinners with large portions [way over what we know to be suitable portions nowadays!] of yummy foods like lasagna, spaghetti, pot roast, pork chops, fried chicken and so much more (not all at once!) or one of my favorites, steak with loaded baked potatoes, fresh corn from the garden - with a bowl of melted butter passed around to roll it in - or sometimes, Mom's special fried tomatoes. Those were red ones, not green, and she would dip them in bread crumbs and fry them in (yes), BUTTER.
And of course in our house there was always either a loaf of French or Italian bread, or Kaiser rolls with dinner. Oh, and I almost forgot! Each and every dinner always had something for dessert. If it wasn't cake, or pie, or something from the many ethnic bakeries around us in Swarthmore, PA -- it was ice cream ... or even, dare I say it ... cake AND ice cream!
These were the happy summer and winter dinners spent together at the family table together. Mom meant well, I mean, wasn't it every Mom's duty then to make sure her family was full and happy? Guess while we were riding bicycles, running all over the neighborhood, swimming every day and active young kids, we could somehow burn off most of this -- or in my case, some of it.
