Today’s Daily Prompt Live to Eat asks, “How far I would travel for the best meal of my life?
As the first sentence says, some people eat to live and others live to eat.
It really depends on my mood. I, admittedly, do a lot of tasks by how I’m feeling.
If I’m deep into studying or working out a problem of some sort, I do have the tendency to forget to eat. It’ll finally dawn on me that, at 8:00 in the evening, I haven’t eaten a thing and my stomach starts grumbling about it. Then, it’s merely a distraction to make it stop that and I’m forced to grab a sandwich.
Other times, I feel the desire to eat a really good meal. One that reminds me of home and the wonderful feeling of being back where I grew up.
I moved over 200 miles away from my hometown and my family. Like most families, we have our disagreements but we still love one another so much. My aunt Shirley makes one of my favorite meals that brings back pleasant memories. Growing up in the south, a homemade pot of vegetable soup and cornbread hits the spot. That rings especially true for the cold Winter months.
Now, I can’t always go home for a visit but I’ve learned how to make it myself. Though it is good and my husband doesn’t let it last more than a few days – I still love aunt Shirley’s soup.
It’s not just the soup, you see?
The love that went into making it for her family and the care. I remember learning so much from her sitting around her table. Making sure everyone had enough and not serving myself until the family has something on their plates.
I would much rather have a family meal. Sitting around the table with them is far more pleasant than going out to eat at a restaurant. You can learn a lot around the table that stays with you years after the table is cleared and the dishes are washed.
Hope you all have a wonderful Sunday.
Much love,
~Susan
P.S. This song always reminds me of home.
Focal Breeze 
What you say about forgetting to eat touched me because it’s like me.