Today’s Assignment – Tell us about your favorite childhood meal — the one that was always a treat, that meant “celebration,” or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory. Tell the story in your own distinct voice.
When I was a kid, I loved peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches. It’s nothing special, just the classic.
I had a choosy mom so we used Jif. Smooth was the style. Crunchy kind was little unorthodox so we only got it when my dad did the grocery shopping.
The jelly didn’t matter as long as it was grape, as everyone knows any other flavor of jelly isn’t actually jelly. Anything else is classified as something somewhere above preserves but definitely below jelly.
Spread it smooth across bread of any kind. I don’t discriminate so loaves of any kind will do.
I ate this meal in some form or facet nearly every day of my life. From high-chair tray to table, from T.V. tray to paper plate or napkin, it was a simple part of my life.
I still indulge in this today as an adult. It’s usually what I end up with for breakfast, a sandwich eaten over a cup of coffee. On the weekdays, while I watch the morning news. Weekends are done while reading a book to get my day started.
I’m sure there are healthier, “Whole-Foods” alternatives, but I don’t care. I’ll eat well the rest of the time, so I leave my mornings alone.
So if I had to pick a celebratory meal from my childhood, I’m glad it’s the one I have every morning. I open each day with a celebration and optimism that usually accompanies youth, that can be a dwindling supply in adulthood.
And I’ll get to do it again tomorrow.