Preferably whole grain, at least 7 grains, toasted, with butter thickly melted on top. I think the craving started last week when I was sick and could just faintly sense food rather than taste it. And it's partly emotional. If you lived with me you would know what I mean, heh heh.Anyway, whole grain toast is definitely one of my top fave snacks right now. It reminds me of high school: cold Michigan mornings when our poor dad would wake us up at least 3 times. We would race in and out of the showers, under the blow-dryers, into our corduroy overalls and red rubber boots and Gap perfume spritz and already be ten minutes late for school.
When we came downstairs our little White Oldsmobile Cutlass Sierra would be already started and warmed up for us (thanks, Dad), and if we had another two minutes we could sit down and eat (you guessed it): hot whole grain toast, maybe with an egg (thanks, Mom), always with homemade berry preserves from Grandma or Aunt Mary. If we didn't have two minutes Mom would thrust pieces of hot toast into our hands with a paper towel and we would juggle it with our coffee or tea and the steering wheel tapping the break so we wouldn't slide on the ice. We wouldn't scrape the windshield, we'd just let the friction of the wipers do the work, knocking off snow or rubbing frost away. And then we were off, sometimes giving other kids a ride, sometimes just us, listening to the Colors of the Wind or the Phantom of the Opera in between bites of hot toast.
I think my craving is metaphysical. It has to do with those small things, those little details that meant we were loved in spite of the fact that we were always running late and got C's in chemistry, in spite of the rate at which our windshield wipers declined, the times we stormed out the door, the times we didn't say thank you to our parents for making our mornings easier. I want my daughter to have the car heated up for her, to have a hot breakfast no matter what--I want to give her what was given me. And in a way I already am, with each bite of hot toast.
3 comments:
just imagine your highschool experience if you had been in my shoes...got up later, able to eat with mom and dad, or at least lunch with both of them. But Dad sometimes still had to wake me up three times, and warmed the car up (another oldsmobile) and mom did made toast and muffins for me too. And yep, i listened to pocahontas and phantom of the opera too. man.. i miss those days...maybe i should just go back to lmc and live with mom and dad again?
you're having a daughter!! it's so awesome to hear/read those words.
we had a fun highschool. gotta love those overalls...i'm so glad that phase is over.
It is hard to exaggerate our Father's love for us, or my love for you....and little Heidi Anne.
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