A Family Meal

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A tear builds up as I slice the onions for the halibut meal. As I brush it away with the back of my palm, I’m reminded of the first time I had this meal. “You have to mix the mayonnaise and sour cream real good now.” My mother directs me. The metal spoon clanks against the side as I whip the two into one. My uncle David grinds Ritz crackers for a crust to roll the halibut bits beside me. He begins to tell me about another fisherman’s story.

The big waxy box sits on the floor. My mother beams with pride as she delicately holds the delicious rewards and prepares them for the freezer. Together we dip and nibble on the warm bits. 10 minutes before the meal is done, she hands me the parmesan to sprinkle on top. The heat of the oven steams my glasses.

A golden brown top with bubbling juices explodes like tiny volcanoes. It’s ready. The two siblings just got back from Alaska to share stories, laughter and a family meal.

Published by Joan MS Durrin

Personally a Wife and Dog Lover; Professionally an Educator, Writer, and a Reader; Intrinsicly an Outdoor Enthusiast, and above all, a Learner.

One thought on “A Family Meal

  1. Your slice took me right back to my grandma’s kitchen – so many memories of cooking and learning beside her. I’ll be spending some time in the kitchen this weekend honoring her memory. Thanks for inspiring me!

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