I miss plain. I miss making do. I miss the feeling that what I have would have to be good enough. I miss never thinking that other people had it better.

I miss hash.

I miss seeing Sunday’s leftover pot roast curling out of the meat grinder. I miss seeing my mother tamp down the extra boiled potatoes. I miss all the things that we did to make do.

Now the refrigerator seems empty long before it is. Nothing quite suits.

The things that are plain are unattractive. I have no patience for making do. It takes time to accept what I have and to believe that it is good enough.

I may have forgotten how.

Written in response to this prompt from The Daily Post: Of all the technologies that have gone extinct in your lifetime, which one do you miss the most?