A taste of home from long ago … sweet and special. Not so easily available anymore. The distance is far not only in memory but in miles.
We all have memories of eating something that causes us to pause and remember.
So often they are of a dish made by a long gone grandmother or a special taste of a sweet vacation that isn’t so easily recaptured.
Our world has grown smaller and we have become one large melting pot.
There are those few things that continue to elude. and we long for them in a quiet moment of reflection.
I remember when I was in grade school in the south, when summer was approaching and we began having Friday lunches in brown sacks outside in the grass. What a treat! And there were these peanut butter sandwiches. Yep. Peanut butter.
However, they weren’t only peanut butter. I’ve experimented and come close. But not quite. Was it the sandwich or is it the memory?
I remember walking into the nearest Whole Foods Market (which isn’t a frequent or easy thing, for we’ve moved out of the city and the nearest one is 2 hours away!) and making the accidental discovery.
They have such a short season. I don’t know how they’ve managed to grow them on a large scale.
Have you ever tasted one? They’re unlike any other grape. The closest I can describe is the concord grape, which is my second favorite.
They are a southern grape and they grew wild in northern Georgia where I lived as a young girl. And, I haven’t had them … since I was a young girl.
It was one of the rare moments I’ve been able to relive my youth.
And it was delicious!
I hope you have the chance to try them. The skin is a bit tart. There are seeds.
BUT the fruit on the inside? Heavenly.