House full of hungry kids, laundry’s not done, and two kids are still missing! A meal plan? Are you kidding! Most mom’s are just trying to feed the troops, without losing a finger!
When it comes to spending money on a meal… for all mom’s around the world, I salute you!
As a retired mother, I can attest that a McDonalds Happy Meal was priceless! And that was back in the day when they were $1.99. Plus, there was a toy inside the box! Kids are happy licking the cheesy wrapper that their burger came wrapped in! Ok, maybe that’s just me… don’t judge! My point is, every mom has one of those days. You know, the days where any kind of food without the cleanup is considered to be a miracle!
So, my answer for today’s prompt is this: Often, the best things in life come without a price tag attached, including food!
Also, I’d like to mention that my homemade stuff is fairly decent!
Take my cookies, for instance…
They’re calorie free, dollar free, and far better for your tummy than food cooked by a complete stranger! How do we know if they washed their hands?
While I may not be wealthy, nor would I consider myself a big spender… I must rise to the occasion for this mornings prompt.
IBS has been my companion for a very long time, so you most likely wouldn’t find me plating up anything spendy. This digestive system of mine would surely dump me on the side of the road if I were so brave.
Over the years I have cooked and baked many good things, and in honesty, it tastes better to me than going out! So, for the food aspect of this prompt… I got nuthin!
However,
I have to admit that I have paid nearly $15 for a coffee… and on that occasion it was not worth it, at all! Being a staunch coffee lover, I have had some of the best and for sure, some of the worst… wife of a trucker here. There were times when I questioned the safety, let alone the flavor, of the coffee I had to suffer through. If you have never spent time on the road for a living, it might surprise you to see some of the things deemed sellable.
Why is coffee such a big deal to me, you ask? Maybe it is a comfort thing, as I remember drinking black coffee as far back my childhood. His name was Uncle Leo, and the only memory I have of him, is watching him pour Tabasco sauce into his coffee, as we sat around the campfire. Memories are a powerful thing. Don’t ask me how a little girl was able to enjoy a cup of black coffee with nothing in it… the price of love maybe, because I have a distinct memory of affection from that old man. I just know that whenever I run out of cream, I think fondly of Uncle Leo while I gag my bitter brew down.
While the bigger bean producers get all of the popular hype from media, I myself prefer a modest cup of Folgers Classic Roast, with a good dose of French Vanilla cream. If you were to ask my husband, I am sure he would mention the cost of my magic creamer… yes I said magic, since it miraculously swirls its goodness throughout my cup of morning Jo. I will be truthful in saying that I have at least 2 to 3 cups of this go go juice… don’t judge! Trust me, coffee keeps me sane.
I know that the price of coffee in comparison to a meal, is not in the same ball park, but I would guess there are others that would agree with me when I say… I will trade myself to a band of traveling gypsies if the coffee was good… Just sayin…
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