Edward Upton
Professor Miller
Eng 110
3/10/18
Favorite meal
Thinking back through the whirl winds of time of all the sizzling mouthwatering meals that have meaning to me there is only one that still holds and will always hold a significant spot in my heart and in my past. It may not sound like much to you or anyone else but barbecue chicken pizza hot out of a brick pizza oven is a safety food to me. It’s been there every Friday night after every good week and after every bad one. It holds a place in my soul because of what it represents, and because of who shares this sacred dish with me.
Every Friday night up until recently I’d come home after a long day of doing whatever it is I was doing that day with my mother in the kitchen and a crispy smell that would tease your nostrils with spices and a strong cooked poultry smell dancing through the air. This meal of meals always meant the same thing, it meant getting to sit on my couch in my basement watching movies with my mother the only parent I’ve ever really had, the person who put me before everything after my father was murdered she didn’t break down and wallow in her own problems she stepped up went back to school and got her doctoral degree in physical therapy she got a second job to give me anything I could of ever wanted. Not only did she work two jobs she made time for me she drove me to all my athletic commitments and she was at every game. She even went to all my games at my post graduate school wear we traveled all over ranging from a 1-hour drive to a 15-hour drive down to DC, my mother is my personal hero there isn’t a thing she wouldn’t do for me. It also just so happens that this was her favorite meal growing up as well, to her this dish is a happier time when things where easy when we had everything, and nothing was wrong. “The Friday night tradition of pizza started when I was a kid we didn’t grow up with much money and this was the big purchase of the week” (Larkin Patricia) growing up with two sisters and one brother there was never much money especially seeing they were all athletes. Between all the injury’s, new sports equipment needed, cloths, school supplies, and food there was never much extra money and just like for me Friday night pizza meant relaxing with the people that mean the most to you. This is the reason it’s not only mine but my mother’s favorite meal. When prompted by the question why do you think I enjoy this meal so much my mother replied sharply with “you like this meal because it represents family time and because it’s a constant” (Larkin Patricia). She couldn’t be any more correct having something to look forward to at the end of the week something that is a constant that I know won’t change is a huge driving force for me I personally hate to change it is my crypt-tonight it stresses me out and makes me panicked.
The most memorable pizza night I ever got to enjoy was that of about 5 years ago on Halloween, it started snowing when we left to go get the pizza with a friend that I was seeing in the first time in almost 3 years. After about 10 minutes into the drive the snow picked up hard, it was coming down fast and thick we couldn’t see the road. When we finally got to the little family owned restaurant named Supreme there was a foot of snow already accumulated on the ground, we grabbed our pizzas got back in the car and took a 40 min drive down the 15-mile road back to my house. When we finally got back there was a total of 3 feet and the snow was still coming down. Instead of pizza with a movie then trick or treating the power went out and an announcement came on the emergency channel on the battery powered radio announcing Halloween to be postponed. That night we got pizza and board games by the flickering light of 4 small vanilla scented candles.
It may not seem like much to you or anyone else, but Friday nights have always been my night with my mother and extremely close friends. The pizza over all doesn’t mean anything it’s just an atomic filler to keep the people I’m with happy for me it’s being surrounded by those people, its sitting down and ignoring the craziness of life for a night. Those corny fruity nights of talking and joking with each other will always be part of me because those are the nights I lived for.
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