Summer food memory....

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melissa-dallas

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Me & my little sister stopping at the grocery store while out on a bike ride and buying one of those (fairly small) frozen Morton lemon ice box pies and sitting on the curb behind the store and breaking it in pieces and eating the entire thing one hot summer day.

 
Walking around Lake Harriet (barefoot) on a summer Saturday or Sunday evening with the family....

and sitting down in the grass halfway, with a bag of White Castle hamburgers. And...on hot days, hitting the gas stations with my girlfriends for a bottle of Coke or Nesbitt's orange pop out of those big cooler chests. Stick your change in the machine, and pull the cold bottle through the metal maze to the end where you pull it out. I can still smell the smell of the inside of those coolers! Our local drugstore also made the BEST, made-from-scratch-fresh-lime lime sodas (no ice cream).

 
Raiding the piggy bank and biking "uptown" to the newstand for a scoop of blue moon ice cream.

Also, eating raw rhubarb plucked from the garden and dipping the end in sugar before each bite.

 
Mine would probably be the smell of frshly roasted corn...

from a family picnic, grilled over hot coals. I think I can still smell it...

 
Mine would probably be the smell of frshly roasted corn...

from a family picnic, grilled over hot coals (decades ago). I think I can still smell it...

Also picking mint in my grandmother's backyard behind the garage, and getting caught going to the grocery store at the top of the street with my cousin (I was only about 4)!

 
coming home from the beach and smelling my Mom's

BBQ chicken on the grill! Eating, then going back out to hang with my friends. Poor Mom- underappreciated while I was in highschool. Oh yes, she would wake me in the mornings with fresh squeezed oj from our tree in the back yard!
Yum!

 
Crouched on our haunches, amongst the peas in our garden...

eating until our hands and face were stained green.

Peeling a stalk of fresh rhubarb (oooooo! got a saliva rush there!) and shuddering with the delicious sourness of it.

The long, cold popsicles sold by the ice cream truck that slowly wound it's way through the neighbourhood streets.

 
Does anyone else remember Mello Rolls? We'd ride our bikes about 8 blocks, into town, ...

Bayside, NY, and buy Mello Rolls ice cream in the Mello Rolls cup cake cones. This was 58 years ago. Where has the time gone?????

 
Not Mello Rolls, but we had those malted milk ice cream cups with the wooden spoons. yukky spoons.

 
I remember the mello rolls, and how about the charlotte russes at>>>>>

the bakery? or the creamsicles? or the egg creams at the corner drug store? or the Bungalow Bar truck coming round and the difficulty of making that "perfect" choice?????? Boy, are we showing our age, LOL!

 
OMG, Bungalow Bars! Remember what the truck looked like, with the little Bungalo Roof?...

After the Bungalow Bar truck disappeared, it was replaced by the Good Humor Truck. Here's another memory...the Good Humor Truck, with the Toasted Coconut Orange Sherbet Bar. That was always my favorite. Thanks for wonderful memories!!!!

 
and my memories are so different, so African.....(.dear oh dear another story)

sitting on my nanny's lap, she always smelt so of bush smoke..that's how they cooked from preference, over wood fires.....eating with my hands from her bowl of sour milk (UGHHH! I couldn't eat that now) (about 4years old)
The fresh fruit and veg. man coming in his truck and stopping infront of the house and hooting and us kids buying soft delicious avocados and then filling them with peanut butter (the crunchy kind) and sticking post toasties in the p.butter and taking it out under the pine tree to eat our culinary marvel...OH geez...sorry but we thought we were such gourmets (we were about 7 years old here!)....
The sound of the fish-man in his cart blowing the horn..a dried out piece of sea weed...the long kelp kind...and Mum and I looking under the wet "hessian" sack to see what was for sale...OH that smell of the sea and fish arrghh, yum! and water melons after the braaid fish...OH, Lordy I am swooning. (abouy 6 - 14 years)
Going to the botanical gardens half way up the mountain and ordering ice-cream sodas (the green ones, urgh so very green)and then feeling grown up and so American and wordly as we got older ordering "coke-floats" (about 10 here)
The smell of candy-floss, mint ice-cream, suntan lotion and that first kiss on the boardwalk along the "cat-walk" where our crowd of 14 year olds hung out for the summer holidays and then quite a bit older.....(married and with young sprogs)the small of fresh caught fish, parafin lanterns and wood coals (for braais - BBQ's)at our holiday house (near where Zuri now lives)the fresh, fresh smell of the sea and real wood smoke....at the Southern tip of Africa and lots of wine....wine and more wine. All our friends down there were wine farmers......wow!

I think the smell of the sea and wood-smoke is the prevailing smell from summer!

Where oh where did hessian sacks, real wood smoke and the smell of sea weedy sea go?????

 
Picking blackberries....

from bushes growing along the fences bordering the pastures until our arms were scratched beyond bleeding, and being so full of fruit that we had purple tongues....and taking the berries that weren't eaten back to Aunt Ruby (she had a nifty house in the country) so she could make deep dish blackberry pie.
She also thought that a piece of pie, with a few rashers of bacon was a perfectly acceptable breakfast the next morning! (Mom would not have agreed)
We also took the milk cans to the local dairy farm for refills, and needed to connect with the cows-on a personal basis. Isn't it fun to "talk" to the source of your milk?
Thank you for bringing back great memories.

 
Frozen Milky Ways eaten in the hot shower after a day in a cold pool at my friend's Country Club.

 
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