04-02-2006, 01:12 AM
My mom treated us to a rather belated b-day dinner tonight. We were going to go to Dish Dash, but it being one of the only nice restaurants in Sunnyvale, it was booked late, so we suggested Shebele (next to Faux - KB will know it). My folks had never had Ethopian and my mom was excited at the prospect. My dad had trouble understanding eating with enjera - he couldnt' get the dipping process and just wanted to eat it plain. My mom protested; she has this particular expression of aggravation when my dad makes a dinner mistake like eating soup with a fork or something. Maybe it's the dietician in her. Stacy thinks it's the virgo. Anyway, it pushed my dad's buttons too, and he retorted 'i can handle this' and things were looking quite awkward for a moment until I jumped in and prepared several bites of stuffed enjera. It worked out ok in the end, but left me again wondering about the dynamics of relationships of long-term disabled and caretakers.
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