Paul’s mom is an awesome cook – and she cooks a lot. Practically everyday of our visit in Montana we were greeted with a grand feast – and it was all so yummy!
One of our last nights there we were gathered at the table – our family, Paul’s parents, and Paul’s older sister, Lisa. A delicious chicken and rice salad was served among many other yummy dishes. After my first helping I was still yearning for more. There was quite the entertaing conversation going on and I was enthralled in it as I dished my salad.
“Wow, J, you must be really hungry,” Paul commented rather slyly.
“Huh?” I asked as I snapped out of the conversation. I noticed he was looking rather pointedly at my plate.
“What’s wrong with dishing a little salad,” I grumbled to myself as I looked down.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head, “Oh my!” I exclaimed. As I had been so intent on the conversation, I was not paying attention to what my hands were doing. Apparantly they had gone on automatic pilate and proceeded to dump scoop after scoop of chicken salad onto my plate until there was a pile equal to Mt. Everest.
It didn’t take long for the quick comments and remarks to come from the rest of the family, “I know you’re pregnant, but gee…” or “Just help yourself, none of the rest of us want any,” and numerous other comic comments bombarded me from all sides.
I tried to defend myself with, “I wasn’t paying attention.” but that was greeted with the humerous, “Yeah, you say that now that we’ve noticed.” I was laughing so hard I was beet red and the entire family was in stiches. “You’ve got to eat it now!” came the delighted cries as I looked with humour and dismay at Mt. Everest sitting on my plate. Gratefully Paul had to exit the table to take care of Jacob. When he got back there had magically appeared a Mt. Hood of chicken salad on his plate – and some how mine looked to be downsized to Mt. Hood as well. Hmmmm – I wonder how that happened.
I don’t think Paul’s family is ever going to let me live that one down. 🙂