I drove through my old neighborhood today. By old, I mean the house I lived in from birth to 12 years old. It felt so strange. With every turn, I was flooded with memories and names. It seemed as though each house had a special meaning to me. I either knew some one who had lived there or I simply remember riding my bike or playing with friends along those streets.
The house I grew up in has changed quite a bit on the outside. When we lived there it was yellow, then red. Now it’s a neutral shade with a wooden door. Only the chain link fence remains the same. The house and yard seemed so small. How did we all fit? The funny thing, as a kid, the house seemed enormous! There was always plenty of room in the living room for me to practice dance routines and cartwheels. The closets were spacious enough for me to hide in when I was feeling blue or got in trouble. Our family of five always seemed to be able to eat in the kitchen together. Our basement was large enough for an extra bedroom, living room, kitchen and storage. The yard was equally as giving. Our backyard felt like it would stretch for acres! So much room to jump rope, swing and play tag with friends!!!
It was nice reflecting upon a simpler time in my life. It was a time when all that mattered to me was summer break and birthdays. The house of my childhood may have been small, but it was cozy. It was home and it was comforting. It was a good place to grow up. I hope my kids feel the same way when they look back upon this house and this time.
I made this baked chicken today. I was in the mood for comfort food, especially after my trip through memory lane. I was inspired by a post from Ali from Jam Hands. I changed it up a bit and used what I had on hand. It was delicious! Warm chicken with creamy cheese and crispy bacon. I served this chicken over pasta. It was the ultimate comfort food!
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