My mother always made the
best Sunday dinners. Maybe she’d make a big pot roast with potatoes and
vegetables and salad and dessert. People would say, "Look at that feast!
Let’s take pictures! Let’s all sit at the table and hold up our forks to
our mouths like we’re having a bite. Now let’s choose another food." And
we’d take lots of photos. We usually ate a cold meal, but it was really
worth it because now we have 8 full picture albums to remember those meals
by.