It’s not often that I pull out frozen food for dinner – and it’s even less often that we eat dinner in front of the TV – but this night is special. It's the opening game of the National Football League and Doug is anxious to see it from the start.
Into the oven go some frozen boneless chicken wings and fries. I decide to balance it out by adding some fresh carrots with bleu cheese sprinkles on top. “I’ll have a salad myself,” I think, “with some diced chicken.”
Dinner is served on an old cafeteria tray that my mother gave me a few years ago – an old discarded piece that is a handy addition to the randomness of my kitchen. It allows for one trip from kitchen-to-living-room, and is placed on our coffee table where we dine by the light of a football game.
I'm reminded of my Grandma Bessie and how I always ate meals on a TV tray at her house. Come to think of it, I don’t know if I ever ate a meal at her kitchen table, and that was one of the things I loved about eating at Grandma’s house. She had some rickety metal TV trays that had been around for always, and she’d set them with a place setting and we’d enjoy our meals in her living room.
But I digress. Our Thursday Night Football dinner is served and enjoyed as the teams face off for the first game of the season. Doug is happy because it’s football season again, and I’m happy because dinner was a simple fix. Plus, I have my grandma on my mind now, and all is right in my world.
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