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Saturday, September 21, 2013

Hospital Lunch


When I was about 7, my dad was in his residency in Oregon.  Granted, he was in Dermatology and so the demands for after hours and on call wasn’t even close to some of the either specialties. (Dermatological skin emergencies, as you can imagine, are just not very common and if someone does come in with acute dermis issues, it’s the plastic surgeon that gets the call.)


However, he still worked plenty of weekends. On some Sundays, the hospital would let the staff bring their families to eat at the cafeteria for lunch. Those Sundays were fantastic because they meant extra time with dad while simultaneously giving the church a little poke in the eye.  (Generally speaking, Sunday meant the longest possible church service known to man coupled with inactivity in the house.)                                                                                                                                                  


So those Sundays were all of that and a bag of chips. The hospital cafeteria was a Cornucopia of treats.  They had chips in single serving size bags, ice cream in the little plastic cups with a waxed paper lid and a wooden “spoon” attached to the top, and they had a soda machine!!  It was the trifecta of extravagances that rarely made their way into our kitchen at home.

 

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