Roast at My House, Beans at Sandy's

I used to love, love, love going to my aunt's house. Her house was always loud and it seemed like there was always something fun going on. She and her kids lived in a house and then various apartments that were always a whole different world than the home I grew up in. That's not to say that we didn't have fun at my house. We did. But it was just different at my aunt's. Maybe it's because she had bunk beds or maybe it was because she lived in an apartment or maybe it was just because I was at some place different than home.

One thing I know for sure was the food we ate while there was always a treat. When we went to her house, we got to eat beans. Sometimes at every meal. In my memory bank, I remember always having good old pinto beans. Lots of them. I think that sometimes, pinto beans WERE the meal but I didn't care. I thought it was great.

I think my cousins liked coming to my house because we had roast all of the time. My Mom could make a wonderful roast - my mouth is watering just thinking about it. In retrospect, I don't think they got roast very often. Like I said, we lived in different worlds. Isn't it funny how it works out that way? I had the good fortune to grow up privileged, but when I got to visit relatives in less privileged areas, it seemed like a real treat.

I guess the main point is that it doesn't matter where you are, when you're with good friends and family fun will be had by all. And if you're lucky, there might be a pot of beans involved.