Thursday, January 10, 2013
When I sit down and start reflecting upon the past, it seems every memory I have is linked to food. I remember as a young child going to visit my grandma and grandpa and being able to smell the aroma of pies from the driveway. As we walked closer and closer to the house the aroma would grow stronger. Opening the back door was heavenly! Pies lined on a towel covered deep freezer, the variety would vary from season to season. This is one of my fondest memories ever! I think because I was only 8 when my grandmother passed away. I am now 44 and helping take care of my 89 year old grandfather with Alzheimer's. The aroma of any kind of pie always seems to take me back to simpler times. Times when my family would all gather together and just enjoy each other's company. A time when the family was complete and everyone was aware of everything going on around them.
I remember Saturday afternoons when my mom didn't have to work hearing the crackling coming from the kitchen. That familiar sound could only mean one thing, fried chicken! My mom can cook some fried chicken. The cast iron skillet would be filled with every cut. She would always let me and my sister have the heart or gizzard whichever we wanted. Those were good times.
Why is it, whenever I start thinking about any occasion it was always revolved around food? Does this mean I'm a food addict? Does everyone think like this? I mean for heaven's sake, I correlate some of my best days with my best friend in the whole world making chip chopped ham sandwiches with Miracle Whip. Now my friend has been gone for 26 years, why do I remember what we ate? I would love to begin to make memories around something other than food! I guess this could be a major goal of mine.