When I was a child, my mom would often make tuna casserole for supper. To be honest, it wasn't my favorite. Just the words tuna and casserole were enough to make a young child stop in her tracks and inwardly groan about the menu item.
However, I knew better than to ever verbalize or even show my displeasure regarding tuna casserole night. Instead, I would dish out the least amount of tuna casserole that I could get away with and then silently hope dad would go for seconds, therefore eliminating leftover night.
Thank goodness, he always went back for seconds.
But somewhere along the years, my palate began to appreciate and even crave my mom's tuna casserole. Many times, it was the meal she would prepare for our weekend visits home with my husband and our children. It even became one of the staple meals for my own family.
There were never any leftovers.
Tonight was tuna casserole night ... complete with mom memories and family dinners from years gone by. And though there were fewer people around the table tonight, it was still a good meal. I'm looking forward to leftovers.