I don’t know about you, but I have food-associated memories. (Actually, the more I blog about it, the more I’m starting to worry just a bit that I may be obsessed with food!)
Anyway, one of my dearest memories is from when I was a little girl growing up in Northeast Iowa. I was a lucky little kid for lots of reasons, but especially because my grandparents (Dad’s folks) lived right across the street. I was their first grandchild and was spoiled rotten by them. (Not that I didn’t deserve it!) Grandpa drove one of those Chevys with the fins on the back and worked at John Deere’s–the big industry in that part of the state. Grandma was a housewife–typical for the time–giving her lots and lots of time to spend with me. Here’s a picture of Grandma and me in front of her house in 1961, I was 2:
So. The food memory part. I remember trotting across the street on many a warm spring or summer morning to have breakfast and chat with Grandma. What did we talk about? I don’t remember. What did we have for breakfast? Kellogs Cornflakes with bananas sliced on top. Grandma had a sunny breakfast nook with a little round table in it, and that’s where we’d eat and chat. To this day, cornflakes don’t taste right without banana slices, and whenever I eat them, I think about Grandma. Isn’t it funny how the food is what my brain associated with Grandma, and not the conversations? I was a chatty little thing, so I know we must have talked about SOMETHING. Maybe it’s the way we humans associate food with love. She feed me, took time out of her day to be with me; she loved me. The yummiest thing of all.