It's now Friday evening in the McGreevy's world. The week has finally, mercifully, ended. Everyone's home and things are starting to look up for some. For others, not so much.
I can't remember if I've mentioned this before, but food is a big thing for me. I love food. I love eating it, of course. I love making it sometimes; the process can be a lot of fun or grueling (heh heh...gruel-ing). One of the things I find interesting about food is the emotional element. Food is nurturing. We use food to sustain us in lots of ways. It's one of the reasons there's a whole category called "comfort foods". And food can be a way to show you care.
In the beginning of "Saturday", the dinners are all healthy and delicious. As the week progresses and conditions worsen, so too does the food. By the end of the week, the McGreevys are eating sandwiches and canned soup.
Tonight they're having frozen dinners, but it's not because Elizabeth McGreevy has given up on life. In fact, it's the opposite. She spent part of her day thinking of ways to apologize to Fred:
Tonight's dinner isn't much more than a calorie delivery vehicle, and it's probably not going to be a pleasant vehicle at that. We're talking about the Chevy Citation of dinners here:
If you want a look behind the curtain that is my imagination, in my head this photo is meant to look like it was taken in an Italian Kitchen, but was probably taken on a poorly-constructed set. And whoever designed it is really laying the Italian on thick. Out the window looks like an Italian village, there's garlic hanging from the wall, and there's a map of Italy. I'm pretty sure the people who actually live in Italy know where they are and don't need the reference point.
So that's (part of) Friday evening at the McGreevy's house. There's a lot more to this page, as always. And the day you'll get to see it keeps getting closer.