To: elpolvo who wrote (3813 ) 11/5/2001 7:05:15 PM From: Rambi Read Replies (3) | Respond to of 51717 Neither a good writer nor a bad liar- but a bad cook. When the boys were leaving for college, I said, "I want to make your favorite meal before you go. Anything, anything! You name it." I envisioned, perhaps, a request for my delicious chicken and Peperidge Farm stuffing casserole made with Campbell's cream of mushroom soup, or my mouthwatering Hamburger Stroganoff, made with Campbell's cream of chicken soup, or my broccoli-chicken-rice and anything else lying around casserole, made with Campbell's cream of celery soup... but no, they asked for A Large Pizza Hut Meatlovers Pizza ANd when I protested that it had to be a homemade meal, they said, oh- well, can Dad make his special spaghetti sauce? It was the nadir of my life as mom. For I was a mother who expressed enough milk before leaving my infants with a sitter to last until they graduated from middle school I was a mother who ground up green beans in a tiny grinder thingy for my babies because who knew what was really in that Gerber jar I was a mother who wrote lovenotes and jokes on the napkins folded into each of their lovingly packed little lunchboxes which I later learned melted into an unreadable blur from the sweating fruitjuicey box and left the boys wondering why I sent dirty napkins for them to wipe their noses with. I was a mother who made an all-green dinner for St. Patrick's Day using so much green food coloring that there was a panic in the bathroom the next day when the results showed up in the toilet bowl I was a mother who made Halloween Dinners for the neighborhood kids that had meatballs made to look like eyeballs and spiders frozen in the icecubes. And they wanted- Pizza Hut Meat Lovers.