My Perfect Dinner Experience

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Nostalgia. It’s delicate but, potent. It is something more powerful than any memory. It is an everlasting feeling. A feeling that we yearn to feel, even if it is just once more in our lifetime. That moment for me takes place at 7324 Johnston Drive, right outside of of Cleveland, Ohio. Now similar to a food recipe, my perfect dinner experience also requires a recipe, but instead of flour and eggs as ingredients, it requires specific people and even animals. It requires family. My parents got divorced when I was eleven, so the memories of those dinners have faded. The twinge in my heart is something I can never shake. The older I get, the more that these dinners mean to me and the more it hits me that these dinners will continue to happen less …show more content…

These dinners are a day long experience that usually begins around 2 pm. For years my mother and I have bonded around foods and the grocery store. The car rides are just as memorable as the rest of the day, as they consist of me asking outlandish questions and me turning on “unintelligent music” as she quickly changes the station. At the store we take our time not by choice, but due to the fact my mom knows everyone in my town. I glide through the store like a gazelle running to each aisle picking out the most mouth watering meats, cheeses, and beer. The workers help me with sincerity as I hand pick the best blue cheese stuffed burgers, and go into the cooler grabbing a six pack of Stella Artois and a bottle of red wine; my family’s …show more content…

The animals jostle for their seat at the table too, as they know the best chance of getting a bite is sitting below me; I am the messiest. In my life I have had 31 pets. I have a distinct memory of each pet in my life. Each pet has impacted all of our lives and has brought our family closer together. At the age of four, I stood on top the jungle gym, in tears, as our family took turns giving speeches about Haley; the first pet I ever lost. At the age of eight, I gripped my moms hand as the vet came to our house to put down my parents first shared dog Chestnut. Even after my parents became divorced at the age of eleven, events like these continued to bring our family closer together. When I was 17, on Christmas my dad and mom sat together in tears, when Angel looked as if she experiencing her last breath. When I was 14 years old and I sat hugging my dad, as my deceased grandmother’s cat passed away. Once again, even years after the divorce my mom made sure my dad’s cat received a proper burial. She not only buried Lilac in our pet cemetery, but she dug the hole herself. You see our animals look at everyone in our family as family. They do not view my dad as a stranger. When he is over for dinner they greet him with the sloppiest of wet kisses. This I know will never

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