Reblogging for Throwback Thursday, and thinking of Grandma June today.
Today’s Prompt: Tell us something about your favorite childhood meal — the one that was always a treat, that meant “celebration,” or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory.
So, food. There wasn’t a real celebration food in my house growing up. My mom wasn’t a very good cook, and never wanted to be bothered with it, really. I can’t really think of anything my grandmother made that was particularly memorable, either.
It’s my grandma June that I talk about the most when talking about food.
Grandma June was particular. Near the end of her life she didn’t eat or drink anything but oranges and diet, caffeine free Pepsi out of a can with a straw. But the whole time I had her in my life, she always had white tic tacs with her, wherever she was.
She had a little garden in the back yard, and she’d…
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