Food

As kids we had a kind of breakfast bar in the kutchen and we all sat facing the wall!

Sunday we sat round the table, it was my job to lay the table and yes it was cloth, mats, proper glasses etc. Looking back now, mum never ate tea with us and I think it was because they didnt have enough money so she went without. Her dad was a butcher so we always had a joint on sunday, leftovers minday. Then I became veggie at 14, that went down well.

I could be talking about my mum when reading his. Our family did the exact same thing.

• Sorry my last comment was ment fir you Pattyk x

I don't really enjoy my food anymore. In fact I often miss the midday /Lunchtime meal. I might have a pancake ot two for breakfast or some toast . And never know what I want for a dinner. Sometimes I will cook a meal for me and Our youngest son. Usually something like Bolognese which I make a big pan full and it can last a few days . But without fail cooking makes me cry. I just think that my Hubby would have enjoyed it . I will grab a banana , oat biscuits ,too much chocolate or crisps. I'l have a cadburys hot chocolate drink to help me sleep. But really I have to push myself to eat anything much. I might have eaten better on our 4 nights trip. The breakfast was nice . Fruit salad , natural yoghurt with honey and seeds. a couple of pastries and a fruity infusion. We would have a banana and piece of cake at midday and go out for a pasta based dish. But I can't say I really enjoy a meal much now. Sit alone with a tray on my knee . How sad are we all? Deeply I think. :c     I hope we get to a better place soon. 

I hope so too. It seems we're all functioning on some level, but doing things on autopilot. I can't find anything that gives me any sense of joy now. I used to love my garden, listening to music, crafting; I still do them all, but without any genuine pleasure. Nobody to share things with, no one to say 'look what I've done' or to be pleased that the garden looks good. I remember my mum always wanting to share things with me, she was widowed at 53, so young really. I hope I was kind enough to her, I was too young and niave to realise how devastated she must have been. Funny how your thoughts go from one person to another. Too much thinking time, too much time alone. Once again, thank goodness for this safe space and the friends I'll never meet but who understand.

Thanks Miserable. It must have been a thing back in the late 60's/early 70's when \i was growing up. Every night except a Saturday my mum always had soup and a main meal. Saturdays were `chips n salad` night

Saturday night, mum always went to her mums so it was dad duty. So it was boiled eggs and soldiers. He coildnt cook anything else. When mum developed Alzheimers, he had to learn to cook, clean etc.

You never know Spirit , one day we might all be able to meet up and discuss properly how we feel. Knowing that the others truly understand. It's a very lonely time for us despite having family or friends trying to support us if we are lucky. But they really don't get how we really feel and all the overwhelming emotions we have to try override . 

My mum used to do something called a cheesy egg for a Saturday tea. She would cut up cheese put it on a plate crack an egg in the middle and bake it in the oven. Yes weird I know

Was it nice though ? I can't eat fried , scrambled or boiled eggs.But I can eat an egg custard tart or pancakes, I don't mind egg mayonaise .

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