It is 8:30 pm........
I have three and one-half hours until MY new year begins! Yes, I am
fully aware that it's the 7th of January and one whole week has gone
by. But I don't start my new year until the last son pulls out of the
driveway heading back to his destination ~ whether it's work in
California, a condo in Charleston, or college in Ohio. The house becomes
quiet and I begin anew. I tear sheets off the beds and put on fresh ones.
I wash a load of towels. I pick up a myriad of "stuff" that was conveniently
left behind for me to put away. And I head to the kitchen to purge the
holiday goodies that now can be frowned upon as horrible to one's
health!! But give me a break! Without them, holidays wouldn't be
complete... at least, not for me. I think we all have that connection to
certain foods that conjure up a memory or two. It could be cupcakes..
from a birthday party or, as moms, the 25 cupcakes needed for your
child's classroom party that you offered to bake. It could be candy.....
that you got on Halloween as a kid or 12" diameter lollipops, swirled in
bright, eye-catching colors, found once a year at the state fair. It could
cheesecake that you never had before until your boyfriend said it was
his favorite dessert. Then you took that first bite and fell in love with
it and him! For me, these are what hold unique memories .......
Donuts! And let me tell you why........
~ During an election year, our town set up two tents on the green in the
center of town. Voting took place in the Community Hall across the way
and as people left the building they would head over to the tents for
coffee and donuts. And guess who's bus stop was at the green??!!
Woohooo! Fresh baked, plain raised donuts that were handed out to us
for the asking! A slice of "Mayberry" memories right there!
~ My brother was coming home for a short leave from the army. He
was due to arrive 6 am in the morning at the train station and we had
to leave the house at 5:00 in order to pick him on time. I was so
excited to see him in his uniform! It was winter.. pitch black out.. few
cars on the road .. and the first time I had been up at that hour. The
only light around was coming from the donut shop that mom pulled up
to where she bought a dozen donuts for us to eat when we got back
home. I distinctly remember chocolate glazed donuts.. the best I ever
~ College. Plump, jelly-filled powdered donuts whose dough was tinted
green for St. Patrick's day. I had spent the night at my sorority sister's
house on the way to my own home in Connecticut. Her dad had gotten
up early to share this yearly occurrence of green donuts and was so tickled
about it! I can still see the brown paper bag they came in and the ghastly
looking contrast of green dough with oozing red jelly in the center! I
~ And the most favorite memory is one when the boys were little.
Sundays meant picking up a dozen donuts, and with the newspaper
tucked under my husband's arm, we headed to the park. The boys
would dash between the swings and the open box of donuts thinking
this was the best thing since Christmas! I thought so, too!
There are more stories to share but I think you've gotten the point! Food
matters, whether healthy or not. So, as the spinach dip is being
replaced with cut-up celery and carrot sticks, I'm wondering... do you
suppose I will get a memory or two from them? BLEH!!! Not a chance!