On Home.

[mrsronweasley]

Me: *sitting at computer, writing*
Mom: *walks into room* So, we'll finish the beef stroganoff today, what do you want me to make next?
Me: *beams at mom and thinks hard* Hmmmm... hmmmm... I don't know...
Mom: Well, we've had the golubci, the chicken...
Me: *beaming still* What else can you make?
Mom: *huffs* What can I make! Let's see, there's the latkes...
Me: *beams even more* Mmmm! Yes!
Mom: *smiles knowingly* Ok, I'll make those tomorrow, then.
Me: *giggles*

I have to enjoy this, before it's taken away. Because, damn it feels good. And the funny thing is, it's because my mom doesn't have me at home that often, so she can dote on me when I am here. I feel bad that it has to be this way, but then I'm 20. I don't want to live at home constantly.

Anyway, this was just an unusual way to start out the, er, afternoon. But very fun. *giggles*

Comments

[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. *happy sniff*

It's always nice to have a happy family moment, even if a more permenant familial set-up would be a bloody bad idea.

*hugs for you*

[sekhmet2.livejournal.com]

Mmmm, I want to come over to *your* house for dinner!!

My mum's the same way though; every time I go home for a visit, she pulls out all the stops in the cooking department. All of my favourite dishes prepared for me. She always asks weeks in advance of my visit what I want to eat (as if she doesn't know!) and has it all planned to the smallest detail.

Quite a difference from when I was actually living at home and she never fixed the good stuff. Or, at least it seemed that way to me at the time.....

[arborealis.livejournal.com]

Mmmm...sometimes latkes can just make it all better, can't they? We make them several times a year, though of course they're best at Hanukkah. I love it when moms get in the let's-cook-for-my-child-and-get-the-last-moments-of-nurturing-in mode...it's so yummy. And you feel all familial and such...yay for that! Yay for everything! *dance*

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

"a bloody bad idea" is right! as much as i love my parents...no. just...no. we were actually talking about that - because my dad's university would actually be free for me in terms of tuition because as of now, he has worked there enough for that to happen. but i am not transferring again. i've already done it once, and now i'm going to england - if i transfer again, it would mean that i've been at a different place every year of my college career and that is just a no. no. my dad understands, if only because he realizes that if i lived with them, Bad Things would happen. heh.

*hugs back*

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

oh, mums are always the same, aren't they? gotta love 'em. my grandma's like that, too, by the way. *sigh*

my grandma asks in advance - two months in advance. she will never learn that we come to see her - not her cooking (excellent as it is...) :)

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

yes, they definitely make everything better! hurrah for latkes! i'm a bad jew, but damn, some things you just have to have. ;) (i've never been one for gifelte fish, though...) my mother is definitely in that mode, in full. i'm afraid i'll be weighed down with food when i leave, and it'll take me a month to get rid of the weight. ;) ah, well, some curves are worth it... :)

and remember (though this doesn't really apply to you, as you're male), but curvy girls rewl. hehe...

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[sekhmet2.livejournal.com]

::snickers:: Not *my* grandma! She *hates* to cook, and said that since my grandpa died four years ago, she hasn't cooked a single thing. My mum sends stuff over to her all the time. Grandma even told me once that "it's a damn miracle that your dad, aunt and uncle even survived at all because I hated to cook so much!"

Someone gave me "The Joy of Cooking" for Christmas one year--she took one look and said "I'll tell you one thing. There is *no* joy in cooking."