As a child I can remember things like my mom and her best friend standing all day in the kitchen making fried pies. And we kids ate them as fast as they came out of the deep fryer. I remember corn fritters. And bierocks. Only we called them cabbage rolls. That was before I grew up and found their was really such a thing called cabbage rolls and they were rolled into a cabbage leaf. Crazy.
At grandma's house I remember the cherry tree she could see from her kitchen window. And cherry pies. Or us just picking the cherries up from the ground and eating them on the spot. I remember Sunday dinners of fried chicken. Every single Sunday. This is just what we had for dinner at grandma's house. And often she would go out into the back yard and chop the chicken's head off that very morning. I didn't really like my grandma much. Maybe it is why these particular memories stick with me the most. I see her with that hatchet in her hand. And that headless chicken running around the yard.
When I think about my years in Girl Scouts I almost always think of 'Girl Scout Stew'.(and Thin Mint cookies). This is where we took a hamburger patty, a peeled, sliced potato and carrot and wrapped them all in foil to cook on the camp fire. The boys called it 'Boy Scout Stew'. And Richard called it 'Camp fire stew.' Or pocket meals. Speaking of Cub Scouts...I have a pretty vivid memory of the Blue and Gold Banquets with cake frosting died dark blue and dark yellow. Yummy!
I often think of picnics when we were growing up. They generally involved hot dogs, marshmallows, and watermelon. Typical summer food.
My best friend and I were sitting around one morning years ago discussing what constituted comfort food in our minds. We were sharing images of mashed potatoes and fried pies when Justin, who was around 12 at the time, said he would always think of Hamburger Helper as the comfort food that reminded him of his mom. Funny then! Still funny! Although I hope he has other ideas of comfort food now.
Isn't it funny how certain foods can take you to those special places of your past. Snickerdoodles always takes me to the first house Richard and I shared. Don't know why. But it does. Fresh pineapple will put me on a cruise ship across the table from Richard each and every time. Onion rings finds me sitting in the car next to Richard parked at Sonic. Oysters will always remind me of my dad!
What kinds of food memories do you have? Are there foods, that when you see them or smell them, transport you to another time?