Instead, we're going to take a trip down memory lane every Monday.
Today I have a funny memory that I was thinking about yesterday. It's a story that will never die in my family. It's the story of my father the cheese filled sausages.
My mother is, basically, handicapped. She is allergic to bottom-feeding shellfish (like clams, so why she lives in Rhode Island is beyond me), wheat, and corn. That means she can eat basically...well, nothing. Nothing normal anyways.
Occassionally her work as an author takes her abroad. This was much more common when I was younger (which, if you think about it, is kind of backwards, but whatever). Every time she left for a business trip it meant the boys could eat anything and everything we wanted (something else that is no longer true). We bought it all. Hamburger Helper, pies, junk food, total crap.
One time during one of our "Mom's away so the boys will play", my father stumbled upon cheese-filled sausages. Now, logically, we thought, those should be good. You have sausages at breakfast, and cheese can also be a breakfast food. So, neither my brother or I opposed dad's decision to buy these sausages. Of course, I was like six and Matt is only five years older than me so it's not like he'd have listened anyways.The next morning, dad excitedly cooked our breakfast of cheese-filled sausages. Matt and I sat at the table and waited. We were eager, although we won't admit it if you ask us face-to-face now.
Dad brought over a steaming platter of delicious looking sausages and we all got our first serving. Then we took our first bites.......and lined up at the kitchen sink to spit them out. To this day, the cheese-filled sausages are the most revolting items I have ever placed in my mouth. I promise you, the time I ate wax (another story, not worth telling :-P) was more enjoyable.
But, McDonald's breakfast sandwich never tasted so good as they did that morning.
