Childhood Food
Dec. 27th, 2012 09:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taketimetoshineIt's amazing how strong sense memory can be - the slightest thing can transport you to another time and place. Taste and smell have always been the ones that are strongest for me and today was one of those. I bought a lovely ham joint and today I cooked it. The smell filled my flat and my mouth was watering for what felt like forever - Cookie, of course, wouldn't stop stalking the oven and was actually quite adorable.
I also made some chips and had a nice meal of ham, egg, chips and peas. Sat at my table with a book, as I do most evenings when I'm eating. One minute I was there in my kitchen and the next I was a child sitting at my grandparents table. The smell and taste of the ham just took me back about 20 years, to Saturday lunchtimes. My parents would leave me with my paternal grandparents every Saturday morning while they went to town. I used to watch Saturday morning kids tv and my grandmother couldn't fathom cartoons. Sometimes my grandfather would take me down the park, and we'd kick a ball around. And they'd make me dinner. At least once a month it would be ham, boiled potatoes and cabbage.
I'd planned on heading up to Yorkshire Wildlife Park tomorrow but I think instead I'm going to drive over to see my grandparents for the day. I haven't seen them in a couple of months so hopefully it'll be a nice surprise for them. And my grandfather has such a sweet tooth, that I'm going to bake them some cupcakes.
I also made some chips and had a nice meal of ham, egg, chips and peas. Sat at my table with a book, as I do most evenings when I'm eating. One minute I was there in my kitchen and the next I was a child sitting at my grandparents table. The smell and taste of the ham just took me back about 20 years, to Saturday lunchtimes. My parents would leave me with my paternal grandparents every Saturday morning while they went to town. I used to watch Saturday morning kids tv and my grandmother couldn't fathom cartoons. Sometimes my grandfather would take me down the park, and we'd kick a ball around. And they'd make me dinner. At least once a month it would be ham, boiled potatoes and cabbage.
I'd planned on heading up to Yorkshire Wildlife Park tomorrow but I think instead I'm going to drive over to see my grandparents for the day. I haven't seen them in a couple of months so hopefully it'll be a nice surprise for them. And my grandfather has such a sweet tooth, that I'm going to bake them some cupcakes.
