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rivkaWhen I considered staying home with Alex and sending Michael to Memphis alone, I figured that I would take her down to the hospital where I work to have dinner in the cafeteria. Their food is surprisingly good (no, it's not the stuff you get on a patient tray), and I'm pretty sure that they do holiday meals in a big way.
As I was paying for lunch today, I looked down at my tray: sherried cream of wild mushroom soup, red-skinned mashed potatoes and gravy, a big pile of crisp steamed broccoli, a piece of coconut cake, and some unsweetened iced tea. And it hit me: it would have been lonely and sad to have Thanksgiving in the hospital cafeteria, sure, but the food would have been better.
As I was paying for lunch today, I looked down at my tray: sherried cream of wild mushroom soup, red-skinned mashed potatoes and gravy, a big pile of crisp steamed broccoli, a piece of coconut cake, and some unsweetened iced tea. And it hit me: it would have been lonely and sad to have Thanksgiving in the hospital cafeteria, sure, but the food would have been better.
