It could have been worse. I almost talked myself into grad school. Halfway through taking the GRE, the clouds parted and a beam of light smote my desk. A voice from heaven spoke inside my consciousness, clearly and distinctly: "You don't have to do this. Just get a job and marry the girl." After some bumps, I did. And it's a good thing, too.
Kindergarten wasn't so bad. Half a day. Baby boom, so the school was overcrowded, so they had half of us go in the morning and the other half in the afternoon. We morning kids liked to think that the morning group were the smart ones.
First grade was the start of Gone All Day.
Even though the first day of first grade was a half day, Mom packed me a snack. Just in case. In a little brown paper bag was a banana and a Hershey's milk chocolate bar. Eating that snack during morning break, I received a valuable blood-sugar adjustment, and felt a little more connected to Mom and home.
Tastes, like aromas, can be powerfully evocative of memories.
Banana and chocolate. The most powerful comfort food in my comfort food arsenal.
|Banana and dark chocolate, with coffee in my penguin mug.|
Mom was born on Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve dinner was always Chinese take-out so she wouldn't have to cook, and the kitchen was incongruously decorated with Japanese parasols after the paper lanterns disintegrated.
That's why I am thinking about banana and chocolate today.
My mother died suddenly during the summer of the year 2000.