Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Weekend Update - The Prime Rib Dinner

As my son Chris pointed out to me via a comment on Facebook, one event I omitted from the weekend (that he took umbrage on) is that I took him and his siblings to dinner at Texas Roadhouse.

Hey! I forgot! I hardly ever see him! He was home four four days I saw him an hour for dinner! I thought it was a dream! I was so happy I figured I must have dreamed it!! My back was hurting so bad when I wrote the post I forgot! Honest! I ran out of gas! I, I had a flat tire. I didn't have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn't come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out of town. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake. A terrible flood. Locusts. IT WASN'T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD. (Who can name the movie the latter part of this quote came from after Honest...?)

Seriously though my son Chris, I do apologize! It was one of the high points of my weekend, and I am sorry I omitted it.

It was a great dinner. The kids were all well behaved, no one said anything nasty, no feelings were hurt, everyone was in a great mood, there was a lot of laughter and such, and it was one of the best dinners I've had with my three kids in a long time. And I did indeed enjoy purchasing $$$ prime rib for all of us....and I still marvel how my kids, thanks to the X, came to expect Prime Rib and take it for granted!

When I grew up we rarely had steak let alone the choice cuts, and I do not ever remember eating it out with my folks. When we had steak t was always the low end Sirloin grade from the Grand Union food store on Bloomfield Avenue in New Jersey and my mom cooked it under the broiler on the stove....ugh! Of course back then it was a treat! That Grand Union that I grew up going to with my Mom, and later on my own for her, became a large liquor store. Useless trivia you want to know for sure!

So, my kids if you are reading, be thankful that you have parents who can provide you with Prime Rib, and, more importantly, that you never went to bed feeling hungry because there was not enough food in the house to go around. When I was growing up we ate Pasta two or three times a week, and things like Macaroni and Cheese and Hamburger Helper. One night a week we had bologna sandwiches or Turkey if it was on sale. Sure, there was the occasional pot roast..once every month or so, but there were other lower cost things like Liver and Onions. Our not liking something was simply not tolerated at all. If you don't eat it, you go to bed hungry. End of story.

I know kids today do not want to hear about how it was in 'olden' times that their parents grew up in, but, I think they have much to be thankful for.

I'd like to think my kids though are aware of these facts, and, while not overly generous with the thanks (I had to fake cough like i was clearing my throat after we exited Texas Roadhouse to get the boys to thank me. Danielle, bless her heart, did so right outside the door. I don't think a thank you is too much to ask, and perhaps some deeper understanding of how rough things could be, particularly in these times of economic instability.

OK, I am climbing down off my soapbox now......

6 comments:

David Louis Harter said...

Chris,

It is very apparent you love your children greatly!

Prime rib is easily one of my favorite food items!

- David

Bev from PA said...

Oh Chris this had me laughing and not only to what happened with you. Because it could have happened to me. It took three tries to get to the highway for clearing garbage cans. I do know I left the door open at least once. Am so sorry your back hurt through all this. Hope you luck improves.

Chris said...

Bev - Perhaps you meant this comment to go on the post that described my adventure around the windy weather yesterday? :)

In any event, today with my back feeling a lot better, the wind gone, and my temporary repairs having prevented any additional damage, I can laugh a bit about it!

What this has to do with Prime Rib is beyond me in any case! ;)

Chris said...

David - I do love my children with a fierce passion....they are my life....though sometime I get upset they take things fro granted....and fail to grasp some lessons, such as the passing of my dad showing your parents won;'t be around forever so enjoy them while there are there......

But kids will be kids!

Chris said...

*In old man fashion*

In my day, we had to walk FIFTEEEEN miles to get our prime rib, and we didn't have none o' them fancy restaurants. Also, we only had wood-burning steaks! You lousy varmints...

Chris said...

Chris, my number 1 son!

You ALMOST nailed it....you should have done it like so......

In my day, we had to walk FIFTEEEEN miles uphill both ways, in the snow, to get our prime rib! And we had to kill it too, and drag the carcass back through the snow.....we didn't have none o' them fancy restaurants. Also, we only had wood-burning steaks! You lousy varmints...

Love Dad