There are many benefits to living in a small suburb; population 9100.
My kids can walk everywhere they need to go. They might not walk to school (which sticks in the craw of a blog troll or two), but they walk to friends, to the park, to the library, to our little “downtown” and to little league games. They, and I, see familiar faces everywhere we go. It precipated the need for morning lipgloss, but other than that it’s a good thing. Friends and neighbors know about your kids, say hi to your kids, lend kids their cellphone to call home.
But try to have a take-out sushi meal on a Sunday? No so luck. There is one sushi joint in the town to the East, but they’re closed. There’s another one 15 minutes away and worth the drive. They’re closed too. The Thai restaurant is closed and the Chinese one in the next town went out of business. There is a severe lack of take-out options in this town, unless you’re hip to Subway. And we are. But it’s no sushi.
I have an aversion to Sunday night cooking, but not to Sunday night eating. Sunday is a night we eat together for sure — no Hebrew School, no golf team, and a day of work and school tomorrow means at dinner time no one is going anywhere fast. I am not a fan of fast food or chain restaurants unless in utter distress, and that may be the case tonight.
Because all I really want is a spicy tuna roll.
In just a while we’ll list the local eateries and sigh our collective three-person sigh — because the kids would opt for sushi too. We’ll open and close the fridge a few times and agree that I should have planned ahead, but that I plan ahead all week and that’s why I leave weekend meals up for grabs.
Maybe we should just think about sushi and open a blue box instead.
It’s just so hard to hold those little orange elbow noodles with chopsticks.
September 23rd, 2007I gripe about where we live, but there are advantages. I can get any kind of food any time of day or night. That might not be a good thing!
I don’t cook on Sunday either. But I most certainly eat. Tonight it’s Stauffer’s lasagne, salad and garlic bread.
September 23rd, 2007And that is why the pizza delivery man, from the pizza place I don’t even like, is my new best friend.
September 24th, 2007We live in the middle of our city. I can walk to sushi, chinese food, italian, and much more. Granted, none of it is the BEST, but it will do in a pinch.
September 25th, 2007When I moved to Texas from Illinois 26 years ago, you couldn’t buy panty hose or anything other than food and medicine on Sundays. (That was in the days when I had a job and wore panty hose every day. Shudder.) That was the stupidest thing in the entire world to a girl in need of pantyhose for Monday morning. I digress.
Yes, what is the world coming to when you can’t get sushi on demand. Crikey! Here, in some of our better grocery stores, you can get decent sushi any day of the week. Of course the ambiance is not that great.
September 25th, 2007Sushi sounds great! But our town is about as big as yours. Darn it!!