Two wonderful things I haven't been able to find on a grocery shelf out here arrived at our doorstep the Friday after Thanksgiving, sent to us by my sweet, sweet Aunt Kate all the way from New Hampshire. What a surprise! Real Vermont maple syrup (it's all Canadian, even in the nicest of shops in our neighborhood) and this super-thin bread that I LOVE! My grandmother made us cinnamon toast and sandwich after crustless sandwich on this stuff, and her wonderful melba toast, too. We ate the first loaf in a day, I'm afraid to open the second loaf.
Random surprise packages are such a joy, right? My friend Erika sent me a box full of vintage aprons last year and it was such a treat. My mother does this sort of thing for the kids every now and again, and the happiness far outweighs whatever is in the box or the postage.
My aunt was certainly inspired sending this package. Wonderful food memories of this summer in her barn and of my grandmother G.G., who I adored and whose food I adored as well. I had visceral feelings by just laying eyes on the bread wrappers. It made me ask myself what kind of food memories our kids are collecting right now, what I am feeding them that they love or that smells really good and that they see on a regular basis? I am afraid our warmest food memories are made mostly of sugar. That's food for thought, for sure.