“Eat your vegetables.”
“Wipe your mouth.”
“You can’t have cobbler till you clean your plate.”
How many times have you heard these mealtime commands. Thousands, if you grew up like the Hebert kids. We heard them all, and then some. That was back in the day when the whole family sat down for at least one meal together.
“You’ll never eat at the Galvez if you don’t stop slurping your soup”—or whatever else we were doing or not doing. This was the one we were threatened with forever, it seems, mostly coming from Granddaddy or Grandma B. They were the only ones who had entered that elegant edifice. The admonition followed us into adulthood and into the next generation.