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In continuing this 20 Days Of Chill Writing Challenge, I have been participating and it’s now time for a new post. As you may remember three weeks ago I started this challenge and have now completed 18 days worth of the challenge and you can read them both by checking out 20 Days Of Chill.

Today is a new day and a new challenge and today’s theme is:

Your favorite meal

My favorite meal is…

There are so many options, I could easily say pizza. I love pizza. I love almost all kinds of pizza too. I don’t care if it’s cheap pizza, frozen pizza, day old pizza, I love all the kinds of pizza.

But there’s other things I love too. I like a good lasagna. I love a good turkey dinner. I like my grandmother’s chicken pie she makes on Christmas.

This theme is probably the most challenging of them all. I know I’ve danced around the theme in many of these. But asking me my favorite meal. Now that’s tough.

I once drove over 4 hours round trip for a hot dog. But then again, there was some sort of tradition in that.

I guess if you really ask me what’s my favorite meal is I’ll have to be honest it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what the meal actually is, but the people I spend the time with.

It’s basically why I still work the hours I do. I could have taken a job that had different hours, hours similar to a 2nd shift, but I haven’t and mainly that’s because with my hours I always have that time to spend the dinner hours with someone.

Yet, sadly, I don’t.

But that’s another story. The story I’m trying to tell is, no matter the meal it’s the time spent that makes it great. My father’s side of the family is the perfect example of this. Due to work, living arrangements and whatever else, it’s very difficult for us to meet up on a monthly basis, if not a bi-monthly. Sometimes it’s just major holidays Easter, Christmas and Thanksgiving.

This past Christmas was a prime example of how while we all hadn’t been able to get together too much all year, but we could enjoy a meal together. And not to hurt peoples feelings, I don’t remember exactly what we had to eat. I know it was good, but that’s because I was there with my family.

I remember when I was younger our family had a lot going on. My brother and I were involved in a lot of sports, my mother went back to school to get her Master’s Degree. So getting together for a meal was difficult.

We would have a meal once a week together if at all. But do to all of our activities our meals would be spent eating int he living room, on the stairs, in the kitchen. Far from the dinning room table. Most of the time it would involve one of us eating and another just being there catching up.

Now I’m not saying all of my childhood was spent like this. My mother would cook, my father cooked sometimes. We had a lot of take out, we went out to eat. Sometimes I even cooked. But the food didn’t matter, spending the time with the people did.

It’s something that my great grandmother started to realize in her later years. I remember going out to her house, something we did once a year, and she would make these incredible dinners. There’s unimaginable stories of how she could do it, one oven, yet there would be things that would take a week to make and whatever else. And she’d be so worried about the food, and then one time, my mother and my grandmother finally convince her to get some barbecue chicken from a local farm. And you know what, she started to realize the family she had.

So when someone asks you you’re favorite meal realize what made it so good. Was it the seasoning, the meat, or was it the family and the people spent enjoying that meal.