Once upon a Time

Once upon a time or actually more than once, I was a child with big plans. Oh, not the astronaut, nun, veterinarian, special ed teacher, hippie midwife delivering babies on communes, famous writer plans. I had those too.

I had plans that involved a family and meals served to that family. That family had a large number of tidy children (unless of course, they had been out in the creek, woods, playing with the horses or milking the cows-then they would be streaked artfully with dirt, but obligingly wash up for dinner)

That family would then sit down to a meal that everyone liked–every single dish–every single person–every single night. I wouldn’t be like my mother and serve stuff that someone didn’t like! (especially me) Dinners would be beautiful, fabulous, varied, and loved. Children and adults alike would swoon. Seriously, I thought once I had my own home there would never be a meal I didn’t enjoy. I thought because of this, my family would never be served a dish that they didn’t enjoy.

Yes, I apparently had an active fantasy life.


  1. lolololololol grand plans

  2. When I was little, I wanted to be a hairdresser. Until my mom got fed up with my incessantly talking about it and sent me to intern (read sweep hair for a week) at her friend’s salon. Needless to say, I never brought it up again.

    And no, nobody is swooning at my dinners either.

  3. Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment. I love your Easter Bunny solution. We have a dog, I could have gotten away with it.

  4. Hahahahaa!!! And by the way, my dream was to be a phone operator – because my grandma was. Good thing I didn’t pursue that – I’d be outta work! 🙂

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