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[hel_ana]

I just ate a toasted bacon and tomato sandwich.

It doesn't sound like much, but to me, it's heaven.

Not only was it tasty, and not LID, it reminded me of being a kid on Sunday morning, when mom and dad would make b&t sandwiches after church, and we'd sit around the table eating and being a family.

It really, truly is the simple things.

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[the-nita.livejournal.com]

Hey, at the best of times, a B&T sandwich is heaven.

(Yes, I like comfort foods - that "comfort food" for me has a broad definition is a comment on the sorts of things my mom fed me as a child)

[hel_ana]

"comfort food" has a fairly broad definition for me, too..

though I've always felt that it's a testament to my father that as many of my comfort foods are things that *he* fed me, as they are things that mom did.

[the-nita.livejournal.com]

I remember my father's approach to food and me. Most stuff, he encouraged me to eat. Then there was the stuff he *really* liked - lobster, shrimp, etc. Then he said I didn't have to eat it - that way there was more for him. *g*

[hel_ana]

LOL

I was heavily influenced by the fact that my dad was an incredibly involved father, especially by 70's standards.

Of course, he didn't really have a choice. My mom went back to work when I was 3 months old, and since she's a nurse, that meant night shifts.

[the-nita.livejournal.com]

My father and I spend more time together, I think, when my folks separated than before - and lots of time teaching me how to think. Mom taught me mostly how to survive - Dad taught me how to think.

Worked well enough.

[hel_ana]

::nods::

What's truly amazing is the huge variety in positive parental/child relationships. There really is no one right way to do it, I don't think.