Friday Flashback

Sunday, for a long while in my childhood, meant a big lunch and a light supper. I'm not sure when that changed, maybe about 1970 when we moved from the little orange house in Campbell's Cross to the big brick house in Bealton. The one with the bees' nest inside the wall of my bedroom. (Maybe that'll be next week's flashback.)

We'd go to church in the morning, come home, have a big meal (usually a VERY well done beef roast,) then get changed into our play clothes and do whatever 5 little kids in a little orange house did all afternoon. I don't remember that part. I don't even remember any of those big lunches. What I remember is supper.

Every Sunday evening we'd get to have supper in front of the black and white console television. Mom would pull the black melamine spoons (in retrospect I think they were sundae or ice tea spoons) out of the beautiful blond wood flatware case and we'd have soft boiled eggs and toast. Probably Kool Aid to drink and we'd watch The Wonderful World of Disney.

I've thought about those spoons from time to time, and just spent the last hour looking for an image anywhere on the web of spoons like "mine." This Oneida spoon is close, but imagine it in black melamine, scooping the inside out of a perfectly decapitated soft cooked egg. Ahhhh, good times.