Here’s a concept: if you update, you get comments. Who would have thought? I know you depend on me for these insights, so… there you are.
Have you read the book Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life? Why not? It’s so awesome. Especially if you like reading blogs — many bite sized pieces/entries. Also if you scrapbook, or are just interested in writing down memories/personal history, it’s very inspiring. Cathy Zielske (and now Carrie Owens, I believe) has an entire class at CKU based on the idea of this book. I just ordered it myself from Amazon, and it’s so very delightful.
So, let’s pretend I’m starting a meme. It’s from the aforementioned book, under Childhood Memories, a table called “What My Childhood Tasted Like.” Sounds promising for a meme, no? Write down an item, and then a sentence or two of notes about it. (I prefer to have it in a table, but for simplicity’s sake here I’m not.) You can do just five or ten items if you like, but if you’re anything like me you won’t be able to stop there. Food just leads to all kinds of fascinating memories and stories. (Don’t worry, I won’t put my entire list in here. At least, not today.)
What My Childhood Tasted Like
- Soy or tofu milk. Despised it, not sure whether it was the powdered milk factor more than the actual taste. Still reluctant at the initial thought of cold cereal.
- Lasagna with whole wheat noodles. Whole wheat noodles so much more filling. Loved it. Strangely prefer regular other pastas, but always whole wheat lasagna. I still crave this when I’m missing my mommy.
- Baskin Robbins ice cream cakes. At birthdays. Usually a toy decorating the top (a My Little Pony, for example.)
- Gamasio. Very salty, sesame seed condiment — my favorite thing on brown rice with butter.
- Crystallized honey. Big white plastic bucket of honey, snitching the crystallized bits from the edges.
- Humus & pita. After school snack in high school, Israel — so very tasty. Lemony, just a little garlic. Fresh, soft pita.
- Homemade bread at grandma’s. Sadly, I didn’t like it as a kid. Very dense, full of unfamiliar nuts (pine nuts?).
- Warm shredded lettuce, in mayonnaise. On Burger King chicken sandwich, with sesame bun. They used to cut them in half, y’know. The only fast food on the base in Berlin, next to the PX.
- Leftovers, especially lasagna or pasta. I always ate them cold — we had no microwave the whole time I was at home, and getting out a saucepan was just WAY too much trouble. (Heating, keeping it from scorching on the bottom, washing up afterwards — forget that.) Just ate it cold. I developed a liking for straight out of the frig pasta.
- Homemade juice popsicles. We made lots of kinds, but now drinking purple grape juice in particular brings back the sensations, the memory — cold in the midst of hot summer, the plastic sticks/holders with holes in the them to run your tongue across.
So you’re supposed to tag people for this kind of thing, right? Okay, I’ll tag Kerflop, OMSH, Loralee, and fancydancy, Stef, awendybird, happaymommay (if she has time, with the baby and all 🙂 ). And Katie the Scrapbook Lady, because I think she’d like it.
And of course, anyone else who wants to play. Participation optional, duh, but try it. I think you’ll find it’s pretty cool.