little taste of heaven
November 13, 2008
A few weeks ago my extended family all gathered in Zion National Park for a family reunion/vacation. We stayed at the lovely Ponderosa Resort, outside the east side of the park. This place was perfect for us, it had a pool for the kids, a big hot tub for the adults, some nice activities like a little zip line, a little ATV course, a little climbing wall, that sort of thing.
The Ponderosa “Resort” also had its own quaint little cafeteria. As a group we signed up to eat there for two of the nights we’d be staying, to make things easy and keep us all together.
The first night, we all trooped into the cafeteria and got in line for the buffet, which turned out to be a lot like the Golden Corral, only not as nice. As I approached the salad portion of the buffet, my line-mates and I noticed that the big bowl of salad in the buffet was near empty. But before we could so much as raise an alarm, old man Smithers appeared with a big NEW bowl of salad. Yay.
Except, instead of simply upending his big bowl of salad into the big empty salad bowl, he just squeezed between me and my line-mates, and began grabbing salad from HIS bowl and dumping it into THAT bowl. WITH HIS BARE HANDS.
No amount of vinaigrette can compensate for that. Even though we had already purchased TWO nights of delicacy at the cafeteria, we skipped the next night.
Anyway. The buffet also had fried chicken. Big pieces of fried chicken thigh and breast.
Kim and I sat across an aisle from my mom and my sister. As the conversation lulled into one of those 7 minute intervals, I looked at Kim with a gleam in my eye.
“You know how you’re always asking me for stories about how I grew up? How bout I show you? Watch THIS” I said. And I pulled the skin off my big shiny fried chicken thigh.
“Hey mom, you want this?”
Hi Mom! Love you!