This is a post I have been meaning to put up for awhile. I am trying to get more focused on the blog and see where it can lead. In these crazy days it felt like a good time to fire it up and give people a distraction. So here we go.
Yes this blog is mostly about food, but food comes from and can take you many places. This is about an almost empty freezer at my grandparents house.
I am up here with my family helping get the house ready for sale and to move things out. This is no ordinary freezer. This is a basement freezer. It is currently filled with things for my parents to munch on, and a cake probably left over from my grandmothers memorial which is only fitting since this same freezers held hundreds if not thousands of cakes over the decades.
Whenever I came up there were also at least 5 cake options from recipes she would have found and wanted me to my siblings to try. Sounds like a magical place right. Only there was a catch. We would be tasting the grand ideas from 5 years ago. The fresh stuff had to bunk in the freezer and marinate for years. Now in all honesty she was a pretty good baker and these 5 year old treats weren’t half bad in fact if they were fresh I’d say they would be quite decedent.
The freezer has other stories such as the 7 year old fresh squeezed lemonade. My brother brought it upstairs it was one of those jugs you get from a fresh farmers market. The kind that is perfect on a summer day. This however had a date a few or more than a few years past. We laughed then well through in a little vodka and a few drinks later the bottle is empty. Have to admit it wasn’t half bad, got a good buzz, didn’t die a win win win in my book.
My favorite freezer story though is of my father. One trip we are hanging around the house having a good time. We are mostly down in the basement playing pool. My dad decides to go scouring for food. He enters the freezer and finds a box of chocolate cover graham crackers from some fancy place in New York. Now these are the unicorn of the freezer . These are fresh and brand new. He proceeds to eat one, tells us how wonderful they are and even shares a few bites. But since he shared he had to get another of his own. By that time my grandmother came down and then proceeded to scold him for eating her treats. The siblings and I knew where we stood then. Fresh treats off limits. So I end with this. Food can take you on magical journeys even the oldest smallest bite or drink can take you back in time.