I mentioned in an earlier post that I’m back on the ole’ carb diet. As I fixed myself a piece of lunchmeat on a plate for dinner tonight, it sparked a memory from a very long time ago.
I was probably in the 7th or 8th grade — I know that I was not yet old enough to drive, nor did I have a boyfriend old enough to drive yet. For lunch on every school day, my friends and I would walk to McKain’s Market — yes, back in the day it was open campus for lunch in the burg. Now when your family owns a grocery store, sometimes it’s pretty awesome. It sucks to have a “real job” when all your friends are watching TV after school — but it did have its perks. Take for example the lunch date we had with my parents come rain or shine.
Mom always said that I was eating up all their profits — thinking back now, heck I probably was. I can remember that it would take a loaf of bread to feed the gang of friends that I’d drag in there every day. I would go behind the meat counter and slice these HUGE thick pieces of old fashioned loaf while Dad smeared the Miracle Whip on the fresh, doughy, white bread. Everyone got a sandwich, but had to buy their own drink, chips or whatever else they wanted.
I still love old fashioned loaf! I don’t get bread with it right now (even though I REALLY want some!), and my Dad isn’t around to smear the Miracle Whip anymore. But memories that float in when you least expect them are like a gift. So have some old fashioned loaf for lunch sometime soon and see what old fashioned memory visits you.