I grew up in a family of 5 kids. Four boys and me smack dab in the middle. The only girl and middle child. When I wasn't getting picked on or picking on one of them, it was a good time. Roy, Gene, Giles, and Pat. We are all as different as night and day. We were raised Catholic which meant no meat on Fridays. That meant tuna casserole or macaroni & cheese for dinner. It was easy for my mom and we could all descend on it after a big day of being kids. Piping hot from the oven with that browned cheesy crust, there was always enough if some kid from the neighborhood happened to stay for dinner. I'm quite certain my mother thinks of that time as chaos and noise, but for me, the yellow bowl signifies a table with food, people, good times, and laughter. A simple bowl that could feed a lot of people, was pretty to look at, and highly functional in that it went from oven to table.
Life is hectic. Invite someone over to your house for a casserole. Put your cell phone away. Or better yet, make a casserole and take it to someone's house. I think everyone needs a yellow bowl. Have you got one?
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I made Tuna casserole for Jung when she got home from knee surgery. I didn't have that bowl, but it tasted good.
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