Food memories

 

I don’t have a lot of memories of food, but sometimes, I eat something or smell something that makes me think of when I was little. When I was in Kindergarten, I remember sometimes the hallways would have the smell of something sweet, maybe like cookies or candies, I don’t know what kind, and I rarely smell it anymore. Sometimes when I would walk in class, there was a smell almost like coffee, but I don’t know if it was coffee, it as well is sometimes difficult for me to find anymore, but when I do smell it, it’s always at a school. I’m thinking there are some special foods they only sell to teachers that gives off these scents. 

One obscure memory that my parents have reminded me about before is, when I was little, I would be eating a bag of popcorn, and I would get so tired, I would fall asleep with my hand still in the bag, then I would wake up, eat a bit more, and fall asleep again. When I was younger, I would spend the weekend with my aunt, and just about every week, we would have Hamburger Helper. I don’t know why, I know I’m the one that asked for it, but I don’t know why Hamburger Helper and why every week. The next morning, she would also usually make me blueberry pancakes. I guess with a little kid, it’s easier to just make it than put up with the hassle.

 

The first thing that I ever learned to cook by myself was spaghetti. I would want it a lot, but I think my mom was getting sick of making it for me all the time, so she told me if I got a large bowl, filled it with water, put in the pasta and put it in the microwave for increments of a few minutes, before long, I would have spaghetti. You feel really grown up when you make a meal for yourself for the first time (although now it’s just annoying to have to cook). I was still pretty young, and my mom didn’t like me to cook on the stove, so the microwave was the first step.