cookingmylife
Pizza would be my last meal, except ...
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You have a lot of good advice from everyone so I'll just add my one bit of memory from our cross country drive eons ago 1975-76 the week after Christmas. Me, my dh, our two boys 7 and 3, and my mother. Driving from the DC area to San Francisco in a Peugeot station wagon which was being shipped to Bangkok. I think we made about stops on the way, though I can't recall much before Texas. The boys were good as they had Grandma to amuse them a good bit in the car and we had minimal luggage.
Once we got to San Francisco where we had a couple of days that we found a motel with a kitchen. I bought ground meat and both boys said...'real food!!". Admittedly they had been raised in England and had almost totally eaten non-processed food but it was a reminder that as much fun as getting to pick their food in cafes or restaurants with the rare fast food on the trip, eating what Mama made was what they really wanted. It was a bit of normality for them.
Once we got to San Francisco where we had a couple of days that we found a motel with a kitchen. I bought ground meat and both boys said...'real food!!". Admittedly they had been raised in England and had almost totally eaten non-processed food but it was a reminder that as much fun as getting to pick their food in cafes or restaurants with the rare fast food on the trip, eating what Mama made was what they really wanted. It was a bit of normality for them.
