

Marilyn had a bit of a sweet tooth and for breakfast she enjoyed having a breakfast of champions. It consisted of 2 pound Hershey's chocolate bars and a Coke. The girl was willow thin and all those chocolate bars didn't seem to alter her waistline any. I was a fan of bacon and fried 'taters. I'd eat taters for breakfast, lunch and dinner (when I wasn't eating french onion soup). My waistline wasn't affected that much either. No so today.
Once in a blue moon I'd get inspired to cook a real meal. I could cook when I wanted to. I just didn't want to very much back then. Or now for that matter. My Mom is a fan-tas-tic cook. Actually, I'd consider her a chef. I don't cook for her very much because it's embarrassing to make a mediocre meal for someone who can make one that's 5 star. For our birthdays, Mom makes me and my siblings our favorite meal. Anything we want. It usually takes me about a week to decide on something because there are so many good choices. My teenage daughter is generally home about 5 minutes a day but when my Mom cooks, she's readily available.
A few months ago I decided to make some french onion soup. The scent of that soup brought back many good memories of my wild girl days. And of Marilyn. I think I should have her over for some one day soon. I can't get my hands on any government cheese but I could make sure I have a 2 pound Hershey bar and a Coke on hand. It would be just like the old days.
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