Favorite Meal, Part 2 of 2

Assignment: Tell us about your favorite childhood meal — the one that was always a treat, that meant “celebration,” or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory. Free free to focus on any aspect of the meal, from the food you ate to the people who were there to the event it marked.

Continued from https://caseyalexanderblog.wordpress.com/2014/10/08/writing-101-my-house-at-12-part-1/

I creep down the stairs and peek around the door frame. An ice cream carton, small cellophane packages, bowls and four spoons litter the table. He sees me and grins. “Go get the kids.” As the oldest, they rarely count me among “the kids,” even though my brother, next in line, is only two years younger. I tiptoe back upstairs.

“Pssst. Get up. We have a Secret Eat tonight.” My brothers roll from their bunks and stand, dazed for a moment. “Kitchen.” I hiss. “Go, and be quiet.” They nod. I move next door to wake my sister. Sleep clings to her and I half-drag her down the stairs. Even the sight of vanilla ice cream barely rouses her. The sound of Twinkie wrappers finally prods her to coherence. Her eyes sparkle.

“Remember, we have to be quiet. Mommy is sleeping,” our father says, as he divides the treasure equally. Mom would flip if she knew. A Twinkie, ice cream and an oatmeal pie for each of us. This is more sugar than we see in a week, with the exception of holidays.

We thrill at the secrecy and the semi-forbidden treats. He asks about our week, apologizes again for working so late all the time. We don’t mind, not tonight. Tomorrow, we’ll play quietly inside or go to a friend’s house, so he can sleep. Sometimes it’s hard to remember not to be loud, but we know that if we try very hard, he’ll bring another Secret Eat feast sometime soon.

Twinkies make everything better. Especially at midnight.

*Years later, I learned that our mother was aware of our midnight parties, but she knew we got a kick out of her supposed oblivion, so pretended to be clueless.

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Posted on October 8, 2014, in Blogging101, Parent, Writing101 and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. Hahaha! Loved it!!

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  2. This is Awesome, gave me warm fuzzies! What a special memory!

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  3. I love this! What a fun thing for children. I am wondering how you felt when you heard they were going to stop making Twinkies? 🙂

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  4. Haha! This is so adorable! Specially now that you know that your mum knew about it all along, must make you smile with tears 🙂

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  5. Thanks so much!! (You’re not the only one behind…) 🙂


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