Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Way back when.....

Way back before we had kids, my mom and stepdad owned a restaurant in NH. They were always working so when you went up to visit, you were put to work. My dh always got the dishwasher job. I was put on the ice cream machine, chopping veggies or filling the ketchup bottles. That was a disaster one time! I had a bottle explode all over me. I ran into the kitchen laughing so hard, they thought I was crying and bleeding!

Anyway, back to the Christmas memory...one Christmas Eve we waited until the restaurant closed so that we could celebrate with the family. My two brothers and three stepsisters were there, some with spouses or significant others.

We sat opened gifts, ate and drank all we wanted. It was so much fun taking over the restaurant. My stepdad made the best drinks. I remember one of my favorites was a Bahama Mama. Yum. They used to make fried veggies (mushrooms, broccoli, cauliflower, onions and peppers). I can't remember what else we had but it was all delish! For dessert we had ice cream sundaes. So we nibbled, drank and opened. What fun!

I still wish my kids could have been around when they had that restaurant. They would have had a blast visiting Nana and Gramps and running the ice cream machine! I wish I had a photo to share but the only one is in one of my scrapbooks.


maia said...

Now that is totally a blast !! to have the restaurant to yourselves and eating great food ... May your Christmas memories keep you warm through your snowy weather.

SnoopMurph said...

Wow, that sounds like so much fun! And Bahama Mamas sound yummy!

I remember a friend's family owned a pizza restaurant next to their house. She had a big sleepover and the next morning, we all got to play in the empty restaurant filling drinks with the soda thing (don't know the formal name!) and serving pizza for breakfast. It was one of my favorite sleepovers.

Theresa said...

Wow that sounds like the best! It sounds like such a family restuarant, must of been fun to celebrate all together there, even if they did put you to work, and you recieved a vicious ketchup injury.