Personal Narrative: What It Was For Dinner

Pan seared chicken, garlic bread, hamburgers, steak, homemade macaroni and cheese, enchiladas, or whatever my dad had decided to make that night as what was for dinner was always unpredictable with the only exception being Fridays with a pie from my family’s favorite pizzeria, Sal’s, guaranteed to be on the kitchen counter accompanied by garlic powder, red pepper flakes, oregano, fresh basil picked right from the backyard, and a fresh block of parmesan cheese.