Room at the Table

This week hasn’t been one of my best. A death in the family to start things off. Surgery for my dog (she’s ok, I was the basket case). The High Holy Days that I love to celebrate and take refuge in were invaded by outside forces that left me without the feeling of comfort I usually get from the holiday.

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The magic meatloaf. Everything went in there, carrots, mashed potatoes, celery, onions, ground beef, sausage, oatmeal, and matzoh meal. Oh, and seasonings.

I realized I was heading into depression when the hubby told me about a friend. “Their power was turned off.” Other things, too, that are just too painful to write now (but will get better. Sad but not tragic, Thank God, and temporary). I went to the garage (the unofficial First District hangout) to say “Hi!”and give my friend a hug when my loving hubby said, “Do we have enough for dinner to share? They have no power.” “Of course we do” was my reply. Honestly, I was a little shocked about being put on the spot and a little upset that I hadn’t thought of it first. Anyway, it woke me up out of the daze I had been in.

I looked at the meat set aside for our meatloaf dinner. For 2 people 1 pound of ground beef is enough but I had 3 more adults coming. I started adding things to the meat mixture. My friend always says “Of course it will be good. Good ingredients equal good food.” By the time the meatloaf was ready for the oven the mashed potatoes, a pound of sausage, honeyed carrots, oatmeal, chopped onion, and celery were in there. A little bit of ketchup on top (got to have ketchup…it’s a tradition) and it was on its way to becoming dinner. I grabbed another loaf of bread from the freezer (Grandma always said get more bread when company comes for dinner) and got started on a side dish of green beans and potatoes.

The meatloaf was a big hit. Everyone enjoyed it. It was moist and tasty. The ingredients surprised everyone ……even me. The beans and potatoes had everyone talking about what our grandmothers used to cook. Good memories.

In all, it took the sting of the day away if only for a little while. I realized how lucky and blessed I was to have the chance to share with others.

There’s always room at the table.

May the New Year give you peace. May you be blessed with good health and happiness.

Post by Eileen of GoofingOff Sewing Supplies