Last night I got home late from rehearsal, and had not eaten dinner yet. It was cold, dark, and rainy outside, but I didn’t feel like having the usual sandwich or soup. Instead, I resorted to my favorite childhood dinner: homemade cocoa and crackers with peanut butter.
Please don’t start thinking I was malnutritioned as a child. These dinners usually happened on Sunday nights, after my mom and I had eaten a large, late lunch. We would curl up in the basement to watch Dean Cain and Teri Hatcher in “The New Adventures of Superman,” promptly followed by “Touched by an Angel.” Those were indeed good times. And my “dinner” last night was a refreshing throw back, making me feel perfectly at home. It was so refreshing, in fact, that I felt the need to write about it this morning.