The picture above is of “pie crust things.” Something delicious that never got a proper name. When my mom baked pies, she would cut off the outer edges, place them on a cookie sheet and sprinkle with sugar & cinnamon. I loved the pies but I looked forward to this tasty treat just as much. It was also a good way to see if your crust was going to be good- kind of like a preview. I vividly remember talking with someone about the pie crust things and they looked at me like I was from Mars. I instantly realized this was not something everyone did. I clammed up, thinking my experience was wrong instead of just different. Most people throw that part away I guess? I can’t imagine.
There is something about these pie crust things that make me think about my childhood. I love the way the house smells when a pie is in the oven. I love the flaky tender pie crust, still warm on the cookie sheet. I remember my dad saying, “This is the best apple pie I’ve had all month” (or insert time frame since the last one.) It’s amazing to me how food can bring back a flood of emotions. Perhaps that’s why I struggle so much with my food relationship. There are certain things I don’t want to let go of. Some things that bring up strong memories:
- BBBats candy reminds me of being “good” at the doctor or dentist and getting a treat.
- Blue raspberry popsicles remind me of summer in general.
- Chick-o-stick candy reminds me of the swimming pool concession stand and of my sister, since this was one of her favorites.
- Kuchen makes me think of my mom’s side of the family and their great treats.
- Ginger snaps remind me of my dad’s mom and the tiny cookies she would make at Christmas.
- Duck with orange sauce reminds me of family birthday dinners at home. I don’t think we went out to eat for birthdays, but we could pick our meal at home.
- Red velvet cake reminds me of my childhood friend whose mother would make it for her birthday every year.
- Circle cinnamon crimp bread make me think of a treat from the grocery store.
Clearly, I don’t have this food relationship thing figured out yet. Also, there are some things that you think you love, only to find out it’s not the same. This happened recently with brats from our old grocery store. We remembered them being our favorite. We had them recently & we both agreed they were “ok.” Our memory of them was a higher standard than the real thing.
Perhaps it’s more of a harmony/balance type thing – small amounts that bring those comforting memories, without over-doing it. I’m not sure. If you’re on a journey of self acceptance, change and balance all in one, I’m there with you. I wish you peace on your journey of enough. Oh, and if you’ve never tried the pie crust thing, give it a try. It’s a game changer!
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My mom use to make pies and I vividly remember eating the pie crust things too. ❤️ I also remember the Lefse at Christmas time fresh rhubarb sauce, rhubarb strawberry jam and rhubarb crisp. Grandma grew rhubarb in her garden in Fargo North Dakota ❤️ Grandmas homemade buns and cinnamon rolls were so good too. I guess that Swedish blood is what made me live my deserts.
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