I thrilled when I opened my Scooby-Doo lunchbox to find a full thermos of hot SpaghettiOs. Nestled next to it were a bag of chips, Ding Dong, and a fruit cup, all washed down with a carton of whole milk. My idea of fourth grade lunchtime heaven.
I appreciated that my full-time-working, single Mom made that lunch before the start of a busy day. It was a package that assured me I was cared for and safe.
Favorite foods are a frequent subject when we work to capture life stories. Ignite the senses of taste and smell and soon powerful memories unfold.
Remember the warm baked bread Mom made, the Sunday afternoon roast beef or fried chicken dinner, and soon you’re that child again. And once you’re there, you’ll remember other stories of childhood.
What do you know about your parents and the foods they enjoyed as a kid? Could your children or grandchildren answer that question about you? Is there a conversation that would connect generations based on the subject of food?