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This is how I know Mr UD believes me when I tell him I’m traumatized by recent events.

I asked him to order for me on Instacart this combination:

Like a lot of traumatized people, I’m reverting to the foundational securities of childhood – a childhood in which my mother basically cooked one dinner – spaghetti – and set out one lunch – a lukewarm Hebrew National hotdog, with French’s Classic Yellow mustard, inside a tasteless white bun.

Under normal circumstances, I would never ask Mr UD to order this for me, to have it in the house, to watch me eat it.

I mean, he would refuse to order it; and if I smuggled it in and he saw me eating it, he’d flee the room.

But when, out of a deep well of need, I – seemingly casual, but trembling inside – asked him to add these things to our grocery list, he unhesitatingly, with a profound and humane expression on his face, did so.

Margaret Soltan, January 13, 2021 11:04AM
Posted in: snapshots from home

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3 Responses to “This is how I know Mr UD believes me when I tell him I’m traumatized by recent events.”

  1. Famished Greg Says:

    A good, and nutritious, meal without dessert is like a day without a sunset.


    Some of the best and, strangely available from Safeway.

    My wife has nostalgia for exactly the same product from when she was a little girl. I have only jello-mold salad (with electron microscopic marshmallows); corn salad and any thing from the Southern Illinois Junior League cookbook. When looking at my son I thank god (well you know what I mean) for hybrid vigor.

  2. Stephen Karlson Says:

    If you’re able to find sesame seed rolls, some sport peppers, a pickle slice, and celery salt, you’re on your way to a Chicago dog!

  3. Margaret Soltan Says:

    Stephen: Sounds delicious. I’ll start looking for those ingredients. As you know, I am in fact extremely nostalgic about my happy undergrad/grad years in Chicago.

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