The Foods I Ate When I Was a Kid
This morning, I was walking along, minding my own business, when I saw an unusual truck.
The funny thing was that the moment I saw this truck my mouth started watering and I felt strangely happy. This truck, I realized a second later, and its unusual door handles, was an icecream delivery truck, and it reminded me of the Good Humor Icecream truck which used to come every afternoon to the Mt. Washington Swim Club where I spent a large chunk of my childhood summers.
My favorite Good Humor flavors came rushing back… Toasted almond. Coconut. Cherry italian ice. Icecream sundae.
Even as I write this, my mouth is watering for treats I haven’t tasted in 25 years.
Which got me reminiscing about the tastes of my childhood.
Grandma’s house was Chicken broth with Hebrew alphabet noodles and an icecube, bagels with cream cheese and lox, and Special K with whole milk (at home we only got skim).
My house was microwaved mallo pies and potato pierogies from the freezer and rice krispies and cornflakes.
Again, my mouth is watering for foods I haven’t eaten in 25 years or more.
And, what about the infinitely greater power of holy food!
Food used to feed children and husbands (and JewishMOMs!) who will use the energy from that food to perform mitzvot, learn Torah, and serve Hashem. Food used as a way to honor Shabbat, to honor our holidays–our holy days.
Which reminds me of the power of food we prepare. And the way it leaves our stomachs but, sometimes, stays in our hearts.