Food Photo Challenge: Dinner

Here is another food challenge of mine.

This time it’s dinner foods, foods usually eaten in the evening.

Post your favorite pictures of dinner.


Sirloin steak with grilled shrimp





Two large coneys and french fries from the Virginia Coney Island, on the corner of East Michigan Ave.

WPC: Dinnertime 

Stitching the Threads of Time

Old Scotland, my ancestral roots

“So ya didn’t win the Powerball, my son, whatever that hell that is?”

“Nope. It’s nearing a billion dollars now in cash value. Imagine when someone wins that…”

“One billion dollars? Golly. Back in my day, we’d have to harvest much, much wheat to get that rich.”

If one of your late ancestors were to come back from the dead and join you for dinner, what things about your family would this person find the most shocking?

That we don’t usually eat at the dinner table, but just around the house, on the couch, in front of the TV?

On most nights, it is not a complex meal but something really simple like hotdogs, hamburgers, or spaghetti?

That the only time the house is thoroughly cleaned is when people are coming over?

Still, having my fifth great grandfather William (or whomever it is) over for dinner would be quite an experience. It would be like looking into a history book or seeing an ancestry website come to life. He wouldn’t be black and white or faded like in pictures but would look like a regular person, like any of us today.

I believe this ancestor, which would be from Scotland, Ireland, or England, if I am correct, would be surprised at all the new technology that is available. Wireless internet, television, Blu-ray player, YouTube, blogs? The best thing he probably had hundreds of years ago was quill and parchment and a mule plow on the farm.

I’ve always been interested in my who my late ancestors were and how much they might resemble me after so many years. All humans come from one ancestral line, usually pointing to somewhere in Africa, and split off into different groups at one time in history. Last names were not officially adopted until long after the invention of writing and record keeping. There’s no telling if people with the same last name as me, or variations of it, are related to me somehow, because names are changed all the time and there weren’t any official records back then to prove anything.

Maybe William the Great can spin me a tale from the Old World? And I could spin him a tale from the Modern World? It would make for a great book, I’d say. Maybe I can show him how to play Garry’s Mod, a game I just downloaded today?

My Unorthodox Christmas

So Christmas has come and gone
Another run of cheer in the books
It was a wonderful time this year
Even though we went about it with different looks

See, we didn’t open our presents today
Saving them for New Year’s Eve
While everyone else is throwing away wrapping paper
We still have gifts to receive

Instead of rejoicing
And singing candid Christmas carols
We decided to play a raunchy card game
And make all sorts of creative perils

And even though
There’s no snow
Far and wide as the eye can see
My unorthodox Christmas
Had still managed to make me happy

It will come again next year
As the family gets smaller
And drifts further apart
That will correlate with a barer tree
Looking so skinny, now that’s just for three

To cope with the sadness that years together are dwindling
I have to believe
That somewhere in this world
Is the starting piece for a new family
That the traditions will continue
Anew and better
That my kids and their kids
Will carry on the name
Keep on the happiness that
Comes in this game
And celebrate these great holidays
Full of love and cheer
Have their own unorthodox Christmas
Never have anything to fear

And I won’t be lonely
Will have someone always there
To share and build a well of memories
And have the dearest opportunity to share

Some pictures from our Christmas dinner at Queen’s:

Queen of the Miraculous Medal Parish Church
Table top flower decor
Mom and dad
Emily and Uncle Jack