Down Memory Lane

Last night, a friend drove all the way from Chicago to see me and hang out for the evening. SO GOOD! We spent time catching up and reminiscing about the good (and not so good) times that we had while living together in Jackson. We decided that we should write a book, because we’re just that cool.

Sitting on the island in the kitchen is necessary. Obviously.

We had burgers and fries for dinner. Typical.

Our burgers are the best. If you’ve never done this before, give it a shot. Sarah finely diced tomatoes, green pepper, onion, and spinach and mixed it with a pound of ground beef and one egg. In the mix went some Adobo, oregano, cumin, crushed red pepper and peppercorn. Form into patties and cook on medium heat until they reach your desired level of “done.”

On the side, homemade potato chips.

Because they’re the best. Better than fries. And I really like french fries.

I wanna know: What are some foods that bring back memories for you?

2 thoughts on “Down Memory Lane

  1. Oddly enough – pickles.

    My grandmother was a woman of a different era – she was from a time when a table was never fully set until a platter of cheese and a plate of pickles (both dill and sweet) were included. It was just what was *done.* Every holiday, I still insist that we have a cheese plate and a pickle plate, although my grandmother has long been with Jesus.

    When I eat pickles, I think of homemade chicken and noodles over homemade mashed potatoes, or fried catfish caught by my grandpa, or even pizza suppers – with a cold pepsi and the ever-present plate of cheese and plate of pickles.

    Which makes me really want a pickle….

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