Working Nights

On my way home from work today I was faced with the question that all of us dread, "What will I make for supper?" I was reminded of the days when my dad worked nights in the arena. The bad part of these days was that we didn't get to see him until he got home at 11 pm. The great part was that we'd come home a wonderful meal that he'd cooked. I remember walking in and smelling pot roast or bananna upside down cake or a homemade apple pie. He'd have things going in the slow cooker and the baked goods cooling out on the counter. We were all glad when winter was over and he went back to working days but we did miss those awesome dinners.