Half a pot roast, and a flat grilled cheese, please.

Remember that anecdote about the young bride whose husband asked her why she cut the beef roast in half before she put it in the pan?

She told him she did it that way, because her mother always did it that way.

So the young husband asked his mother-in-law why she had always cut the beef roast in half before she put it in the pan. Her reply? She did it that way because HER mother had always done it that way.

At the next family dinner, the husband asked his wife’s grandmother why she had always cut the beef roast in half before putting it in the pan. Her reply? Because her mother had always done it that way.

His wife’s great-grandmother was still alive, so he went to the nursing home and asked her why she always cut the beef roast in half before putting it in the pan. Her reply?

“I only had the one small pan, and the only way a roast would fit in it was if it was first cut into two pieces.”

When my children visit, I often think of this story. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but it might as well be, because so many of the things we do make no sense except in the context of the past.

First of all, both of my children love grilled cheese sandwiches. I mean, who doesn’t? Secondly, neither of my children will touch a grilled cheese sandwich unless it was made with Velveeta.

Thirdly, and most importantly, I can grant these wishes because A. I won’t eat a grilled cheese sandwich unless it was made with Velveeta, either, and B. Velveeta is a name brand food I can actually AFFORD!

My son is visiting again this weekend, and the minute he enters the house, he requests grilled cheese sandwiches. When he was a little boy, the only way he could eat a grilled cheese sandwich was if I mashed it down flat with the spatula after the Velveeta had melted. THEN his little mouth could close around it, and he could eat the sandwich “like a man.”

He is 24 years old now, but he still wants his grilled cheese flattened with the spatula. Because that’s how his mother always made them.

When he gets married, I can’t wait to hear his wife’s reaction when he asks her to mash a perfectly good sandwich flat. Will she question it, or just do it?

Sometimes, family traditions have serious beginnings and funny middles. As for the endings, there aren’t any, not really.


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Half a pot roast, and a flat grilled cheese, please. — 6 Comments

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  3. Isn’t funny how these family traditions stick with us?

    My husband used to bug me that my beef stew was not brown like his mom’s and therefore could not be as good because I was missing something. No matter that I was making it the way MY mom taught me (LOL!) I remember him asking his mom why her stew was brown and mine was not. That is when we found out his mom uses a brown food coloring. It only adds color and no taste. Boy did I feel better after that. Of course now whenever I make it he always asks if I used the food coloring. Of course not why spend extra just to make the darn stew brown? LOL!

    Thanks for the great post. I may have to think more on this.

  4. Isn’t funny how these family traditions stick with us?

    My husband used to bug me that my beef stew was not brown like his mom’s and therefore could not be as good because I was missing something. No matter that I was making it the way MY mom taught me (LOL!) I remember him asking his mom why her stew was brown and mine was not. That is when we found out his mom uses a brown food coloring. It only adds color and no taste. Boy did I feel better after that. Of course now whenever I make it he always asks if I used the food coloring. Of course not why spend extra just to make the darn stew brown? LOL!

    Thanks for the great post. I may have to think more on this.

  5. I love family traditions like this! My husband questions each and every one of them, though. Now I just say “because I say so, and that’s the way it is.”

  6. I love family traditions like this! My husband questions each and every one of them, though. Now I just say “because I say so, and that’s the way it is.”

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