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Spaghetti and french fries.
Salmon patties and macaroni and cheese.
Pork steak and Chef Boyardee spaghetti.
Ghoulash and creamed corn.
You may be wondering what these foods have in common.
Growing up, I could always count on certain things: fried chicken Sunday dinner; Bobes pizza on Friday nights; and the house cleaned on Saturday. These were a given, week in and week out.
But my mom had some weird food combinations that we could always count on - like the list above. The only one I still eat is the salmon and mac-and-cheese.
Mom hasn't cooked for several years, partly because she lives by herself and cooking for one is not easy and certainly no fun, but mostly because I don't think she remembers how. Mom has shown signs of dementia for several years, but we have seen a significant decline in her memory lately.
I will often take her meals so she has something homecooked. One night I called her and told her I was making spaghetti and asked if she wanted some. She thought for several seconds and replied, "No, I don't think I want any. I will just eat something I have here."
"Are you sure? I have plenty."
"No, but don't forget to ask me again."
I thought this was strange as I knew she liked spaghetti. I didn't think any more about it until I was talking to my younger sister. "Hey, I hear Mom turned you down for spaghetti."
"Yes, she did. I don't know why."
"Well, I do. She told me if she took the spaghetti, she would want french fries with it!"
I guess there are some things she just can't forget!