re: Remembering Food...

David Jenkins has a very moving piece up on Portland Food and drink today.  It reflects upon the food memories of his childhood.  Recalls the cooking of his various mother-figures, and even where he was, in addition to what he was eating, when he found out JFK was assassinated.

crumb coffee cake. image: entenmann's

One of my earliest and most indelible food memories is right after we first moved to Connecticut from Maryland.  We were living with my grandparents, most of the time.  Nights and weekends were spent renovating the late 1800s house my parents scrounged to buy so Will and I could go to good schools.  On this crisp, autumn, saturday morning we (i was about 5 so i use the term 'we' loosely) were ripping out the pantry to make a bigger kitchen.   We ate entemanns crumb coffee cake on the floor of the sun porch off of paper towels.  There can be no greater breakfast than this, in my mind.  It makes me want to jump in a pile of leaves, ride my big-wheel, or play pee-wee soccer and eat orange slices, just thinking about it.  

What about you?  do you have childhood food memories?  let's get nostalgic and share in the comments.