The belly is an ungrateful wretch, it never remembers past favors, it always wants more tomorrow. ~Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
In keeping with one of my goals for this blog, recording stories about Ryan as they come to mind so Kyle has the opportunity to read them later in life and get to know his dad, I have a very sweet story to share.
A few weeks ago, Kyle mentioned he was hungry, and was going to make himself cinnamon toast. You know, toasted bread, spread with butter, and sprinkled with a mixture of cinnamon and sugar. Great, whatever buddy! That’s what I thought until I saw what he did.
Kyle took that comment as a full time job. As I rounded the corner, I saw Kyle perched in front of the television with a stack of cinnamon toast, and I mean a STACK. I didn’t count the slices, but I bet there was nearly a loaf of bread there! The best? He meticulously stacked the bread onto a small plate. It was almost comical. The base of this structure was less than half of the height.
On a side note, I did sneak a few slices of cinnamon toast for myself. However, Kyle didn’t go without, he added more bread to the toaster to replace the casualties. Of course, when he gave me a look, I said, “Go make more then.” For once Kyle listened to me.
Sometime, after I satisfied my immediate craving, and the humor of Kyle’s actions subsided, something else came to light. Kyle’s resemblance to his dad! No joke! Not only did Kyle look like Ryan physically, at least at first glance, sitting on the couch wearing jeans and a tee shirt with sandy blonde hair, sitting in my parents living room, but the entire scene took me back a few years. Ryan used to do the exact same thing, literally.
Similar to Ryan, Kyle’s dad, Kyle also has a sweet tooth, especially for cinnamon toast! Ryan used to make an entire loaf of bread, and I mean THE ENTIRE LOAF, (including the ends) dripping with butter and a heavy hand sprinkling of cinnamon sugar to each slice, covering the very corners. With the stack nearly reaching the ceiling, Ryan would plop himself in front the television to chow down and watching cartoons. Sometimes, Ryan would make himself a cup of hot chocolate to dip the bread. The hot chocolate was a condiment for the cinnamon toast. It was truly an amazing sight! This activity didn’t last all day. Oh, no! It only took Ryan a few minutes to ingest the contents of his plate, and sometimes work on round two. Seriously? No exaggeration! I don’t know how mom and dad kept us in stock of food. This incidence didn’t just occur once a month or once every few months. Nope! It was more like twice a week, mostly in the winter. The summer was reserved for indulging in fruits and vegetables. Who Does Kyle Favor More, His Dad? No matter how many times I witnessed this phenomenon, it always captured my attention.
Naturally, I did the same thing with Ryan as I did with Kyle, steal a slice or two from the bread tower. However, Ryan never really cared, he’d simply go make more if the contents in his stomach didn’t reach the brim. This is one of those stories that seeing is believing.
So here we are, over two decades later, and Ryan’s eating habits have come full circle, without his influence. Unbeknownst to Kyle, he was reenacting the same scenario his dad participated in. Kind of weird, yet heart warming. It’s those little moments that comfort me with the loss of Ryan. It also brings me joy to see the similarities between Ryan and Kyle. It’s almost refreshing when Kyle isn’t acting like his Aunt Nikki or his Gigi or others, simply like his dad.
How did Kyle learn this behavior? On a very rare occasion we make cinnamon toast, but it’s certainly not a staple in the household. That’s how Kyle learned about cinnamon toast, but choosing to make a truckload at a time and ingesting it within minutes must be all genetics, I guess. Perhaps Kyle is gaining Ryan’s metabolism and hunger. Yikes, I can only imagine if Ryan and Kyle were alive at that same time, the world would be wiped out of food, especially bread! Add me to the mix and it would be a world deprived of all sustenance.
Kyle you are your daddy’s son, in more ways than you can imagine!