When each of my three sons’ birthdays rolls around, I ask what type of birthday cake they’d like even though I know what the answer will be without fail.
Chocolate. Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. Chocolate with more chocolate on chocolate with chocolatey chocolateness, please. You get the idea.
I know I’m not alone in having had the experience of finding something long forgotten — if noticed missing at all. The purses sitting just beyond a comfortable reach on the top shelf of my closet are veritable treasure troves when I finally decide one or two should be sent to the Good Will. I recently found a gift certificate to a local book store dated June, 2000, ink smeared and dog eared. Cleaning out a junk drawer usually turns up a few movie passes, that button that popped off a favorite sweater I vowed to sew back on, and a recipe for margaritas torn from the local paper years ago. One never knows when a truly excellent margarita could come in handy.
You know how I blather on about my mother’s old Betty Crocker cookbook, right? Well.
Not too long ago, I was thumbing through it remembering the recipes and illustrations I used to enjoy and noticed how beat up the tabs were. As I looked more closely, I noticed a few things I wouldn’t have paid attention to when I was nine. And now, well, I’m not exactly sure how to respond to some of it.