Lunchtime with Bobby

This little fellow came to me from a package of Red Rose tea many years ago. His home has been on the windowsill above my kitchen sink when I had one, and these days he sits on the counter behind my sink.

Once upon a time I had small collection of similar little figurines but this little guy is the only one I have left. He is the only tangible thing that has had a prominent place in each of the six houses I’ve lived in since I left my parent’s home when I was eighteen-years-old.  I intend on keeping him for the rest of my life.

He’s stood watch as I’ve prepared, conservatively, over seventy-five turkey dinners. He’s been there during the lean years when I fretted over how to feed my family. He sat quietly by the sink during the difficult years when I lived alone and eschewed meal preparation for one in favor of take-out meals grabbed hastily on the way home from the office.

He reminds me of my mom who let me take him, and the rest of the one-time menagerie, from her boxes of tea. He reminds me of my kids who used to call him Bobby because he has similar coloring to our family dog whose name was also Bobby. I can’t wait for my grandchildren to get to know him when we move back to Canada and they’re able to spend lots of time at Grandma and Grandpa’s house.

As I stood in the kitchen today preparing a light lunch I smiled at the ingredients on the counter top–a low-carb tortilla, red pepper hummus, matchstick baby carrots, kale, and goat cheese–and thought about the variety of ingredients that have passed in front of this little figurine over the years.

Once upon a time lunch was often Kraft Dinner because the kids loved it and it was inexpensive. I sometimes got creative and added mushrooms, sour cream, or spaghetti sauce for variety. Campbell’s Soup was another staple: either mushroom or tomato with enough crushed crackers  to give it the consistency of stew. Grilled cheese sandwiches were a favorite, as were open faced sandwiches with bubbling cheese and fresh-picked tomatoes on top during summer months.  Sometimes I’d just fill our plates with an assortment of cut up fruit, cheese, pickles, and crackers and we’d have a picnic in the front yard.

Twenty-five years ago I had never even heard of hummus or kale and I couldn’t have imagined cutting up carrots into tiny matchsticks and wrapping them up inside of a tortilla. Now this is a healthy lunch I enjoy and can envision making for the grandchildren when they’re over.

I can’t help but think about what other gastronomic surprises my little Bobby will witness from his place on my kitchen counter in the years to come; and I wonder if, one day when I’m gone, he’ll find a new home in the kitchen of my daughter and granddaughter and witness the preparation of meals I can’t even imagine today.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. This was a great post, I enjoyed reading it. Bobby looks like a Wade animal, they were a rage here in the UK & I still have my childhood set along with the boxes.

    1. I believe it was Wade animals that were included in the boxes of tea, Julie. Thanks for stopping by!

      1. In that case – SNAP!

  2. What a sweet story about your little Bobby who has been with you all this time. I really enjoyed this and it made me smile.

    1. It’s a good day when something you write brightens another’s day, isn’t it, Barbara!

  3. This is such a beautiful post. It made me look around my office to see what mementos I might have that bring back such lovely memories. The look captured on the face of Bobby seem to draw you in.

    1. I hope you found a few things that evoke sweet memories for you too.

  4. Dear Linda, I so enjoyed traveling with you through the varied eating periods of your life and meeting Bobby who’s witnessed all of them.

    Like you, I have a tangible witness. Her name is Suzy and she is a doll given to me for Christmas when I was probably eight. That would have been in 1944. She sits here on my computer desk and I always want to write what will make Suzy proud. Peace.

    1. I love the idea of your Suzy sitting on the corner of your desk keeping watch over you as you write, Dee!

  5. Something tells me little Bobby has a long life ahead of him. He’ll be a reminder of you and therefore a treasured trinket.

    1. That’s a nice idea, Grace. Reminds me of how many simple, seemingly insignificant, remind me of those I love as well.

  6. […] animal, Bobby, who has watched over every kitchen I’ve had and who I’ve written about here before, make me smile every time I stand at the […]

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