Aside from the moist eyes this brought me as you captured those summers and the joy of Red Tonys, I would humbly offer the tang of the port wine cheddar spread that was very occasionally offered up as a treat from our maternal grandparents.
I've found port wine cheese difficult to find at our local Shaw's (except as a cylinder rolled in pecans). Port wine was a great favorite among our friends at the British Embassy; it almost always appeared as one of the cheeses in the cheese course which concluded every dinner.
"Wool afghan tucked under toes and fingertips." Just one of so many phrases I wished I had written. I am so glad you are sharing your experiences with us. We are all the richer for it. Thanks and have a great week. Keep the doodles and words flowing. Much love. Weesie
Such an evocative post! " I remember the salt; I remember their shiny little eyes; I remember the crunch." I remember once catching a single minnow using a milk bottle with string around the top - I was at the lake with my grandpa, and I would have been about five. We put it back, though.
I wonder why we stopped catching the minnows—whether they dwindled in number, or my grandmother didn’t have the heart. At that age I simply accepted everything that happened as just…what happens.
We used to dig up quahogs and my mother would mince them, mix them with seasonings and breadcrumbs and re-stuff the shells before baking them. She served them to us for dinner at the beach while the adults observed the cocktail hour. G&T's for some, always scotch for her.
My father's parents sound like your father's parents in so many ways. Do you have pictures of your father's father wearing a dress-like outfit until he was three and ready for trousers by any chance? Ringlets too?
Oh my, you are spot on!! When I find that portrait there may need to be a bonus post.
I love that this resonates so specifically for you. Thinking about tiny details somehow brings the general feeling back. My sister reminded me that the best way to eat a goldfish cracker was to split it on its seam and eat the halves—suddenly I could feel half a goldfish cracker dissolving on my tongue. So strange.
I bought myself some Lawry’s last year just because I was so shocked to see it still being sold, but I haven’t dared use it yet. Start with dill and Parmesan, it is the absolute best.
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Aside from the moist eyes this brought me as you captured those summers and the joy of Red Tonys, I would humbly offer the tang of the port wine cheddar spread that was very occasionally offered up as a treat from our maternal grandparents.
Port wine cheddar!! There’s a sense memory…
I've found port wine cheese difficult to find at our local Shaw's (except as a cylinder rolled in pecans). Port wine was a great favorite among our friends at the British Embassy; it almost always appeared as one of the cheeses in the cheese course which concluded every dinner.
"Wool afghan tucked under toes and fingertips." Just one of so many phrases I wished I had written. I am so glad you are sharing your experiences with us. We are all the richer for it. Thanks and have a great week. Keep the doodles and words flowing. Much love. Weesie
Thank you, Weesie! Xoxoxox
Such an evocative post! " I remember the salt; I remember their shiny little eyes; I remember the crunch." I remember once catching a single minnow using a milk bottle with string around the top - I was at the lake with my grandpa, and I would have been about five. We put it back, though.
I had to Google the gorgeous word 'quahog'!
I wonder why we stopped catching the minnows—whether they dwindled in number, or my grandmother didn’t have the heart. At that age I simply accepted everything that happened as just…what happens.
We used to dig up quahogs and my mother would mince them, mix them with seasonings and breadcrumbs and re-stuff the shells before baking them. She served them to us for dinner at the beach while the adults observed the cocktail hour. G&T's for some, always scotch for her.
My father's parents sound like your father's parents in so many ways. Do you have pictures of your father's father wearing a dress-like outfit until he was three and ready for trousers by any chance? Ringlets too?
Oh my, you are spot on!! When I find that portrait there may need to be a bonus post.
I love that this resonates so specifically for you. Thinking about tiny details somehow brings the general feeling back. My sister reminded me that the best way to eat a goldfish cracker was to split it on its seam and eat the halves—suddenly I could feel half a goldfish cracker dissolving on my tongue. So strange.
Enjoyed this, my strongest recalls are usually from smell so found it interesting. Think I would like to try that recipe
I bought myself some Lawry’s last year just because I was so shocked to see it still being sold, but I haven’t dared use it yet. Start with dill and Parmesan, it is the absolute best.
I use Lawry's on the reg now, and not just for the pita nostalgia!