Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Oh the shame

Growing up my dear mother had the daunting task of feeding eight people - all with different tastes, preferences and schedules. Inevitably there were evenings when we all could not sit down and eat dinner as a family. For such occasions my mom would make dinner and leave it on the stove/in the oven and we all ate when we were home and hungry. One of the favorite entrees of such evenings is something we call skit.
Skit...it's a simple concept. Cook whatever past you have on hand. Add spaghetti sauce, a can of corn, and maybe some olives. Stir it all up and enjoy. Seems ideal for a person without a lot of time to prepare an elaborate meal. At some point in my adolescent years I decided I had eaten my last skit. Never again would I partake. I'm not sure where my disdain for the the meal originated but what I do know is it was severe.
Fast forward to my adult life. I put some leftover past, sauce, and veggies in a dish for a perfect lunch to take to work the next day. That next day I innocently opened my lunch, heated it up and began to enjoy. It was only then that I realized it...I'd made skit. Not only had I made it, I was enjoying it. And so the internal battle rages today. Although I think I'm finally embracing it. Bring on the skit!!

4 comments:

In the Hartland said...

What a great idea, Min! Thanks for sharing! :-)

Kerry and Dave said...

Looks good to me! Not quite as good as cruise food, but hey, a close second!

The Family said...

We called it Goulash when I was growing up. I too am guilty of making this dish for my family.

Holly said...

Oh Mindy, such is life and growing up. All the things you said you'd never do because when your mom did it, it bugged you so much, is just who you become. You can't help it, it just happens. But face it, your mom was pretty great anyway, so just go with it!!!
Sure love ya, sweetie.

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