To the 99 people who follow my blog, have a happy holiday. May the 2nd half of the year deliver good fortune, better health, and your realized dreams.
One of my earliest memories is of my mom and I coming home from Grandma’s house. I was little, maybe around 4 or 5. I was still riding in a car seat, and we were in her station wagon. It didn’t have air conditioning and the windows were down. Kids didn’t have to ride in the back seat by law yet so I was up front with her. We took our freeway exit and while sitting at the light, a man pulled up in a beat up old chevy who also had windows down. I looked him square in the eye and cried out, “Daddyyyyyyyyyyyyy.”
My mom didn’t even turn her head. She got a laser lock on the traffic light with her eyes, nary a muscle twitched on her face and flush began to spread over her face.
It looked like this.
- Soft fresh dark pumpernickel topped with savory trout smoked fish dip.
- Mini Baybel cheeses in their delightful red suitcases.
- Slices of honey ham or roasted turkey.
- Straight from the Jewish deli, a nice white chicken salad spread with optional red currant jelly topping.
- Banana slices with almond butter dollops.
- Lychees in heavy sweet syrup.
- Green, black and kalamata olives with roasted red peppers and Pearl onions cold salad mix.
- Über buttery hard pretzel sticks.
- A pale Sleepytime tea with individual honey pot.
- A small glass of chilled white wine as a digestive.
- Icy cold glass of Coca-Cola.