We have Sunday dinner together as a family every week – all sixteen
of us. We’ve been doing it for years. When one of us celebrates a birthday, for
dessert we do the light-a-candle, sing-a-song, blow-it-out thing. For the past
several months, I’ve let the one with the birthday select the dinner’s menu. I
don’t know if everyone appreciates the opportunity to choose. But maybe it
gives everyone a glimpse of the mental effort involved in a weekly family
dinner. My own birthday is about a dozen weeks away. I’ve been thinking about
what I want for Sunday dinner, and I keep leaning toward Brazilian churrascaria:
grilled pineapple, pão de queijo, boiled quail eggs, fried bananas, etc. My
grocer doesn’t carry quail eggs. I found several for sale online. But they’re
not for eating; they’re for hatching. Hmm. If I buy the hatching kind, I might
eventually get more quail eggs, right?
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