Many people use food in writing to evoke memories, create a mood or tell a story. While I love cooking I don't often remember things via food. Part of why I have this blog is so I can keep a log of some of my cooking and parties as I forget what I make. I have people who remember my summer parties by the food theme vs the year but I can't really keep the menu's straight anymore-yet another sign I'm getting old.
However the other day the simple smell of a fresh peach triggered memories from almost 30 years ago. Not long ago a friend posted something on facebook asking her friends to write a memory that included her and her friends. We spent lots of time together as kids so there are plenty of memories but at the time my memory seemed more like an amalgamation of images from the past vs any single point in time. Then, as is the case on facebook, the post was off the first page to make room for newer topics and I never went back to post anything.
Then last week while buying peaches, the smell and feel took me right back to a couple summers in Toppenish and a slew of vivid memories. Because this is a food blog I'll leave off how, of my own accord, I used to alphabetize the paperback books in local library-hey it was cooler in there. We lived in a converted cannery and among other things picked and process fruit. One summer I remember bins and bins of peaches. They started out delicious but by the end of the summer I never wanted to see another sweet sticky, bee attracting peach again. At the time I never really thought of Toppenish as much in terms of food but looking back I see we had an abundance of fresh food all the time along with the best tortillas ever. It was also a place where lots of memories with good friends were made.
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