Marmalade Memory

While we were at the store a few days ago, we purchased a few jams and things (to use as a way to encourage our bunnies to groom one another, during their bonding sessions). One of the things I picked up was marmalade, not realizing that bunnies and citrus don’t go well together.

Their loss, my gain.

I have specific memories of marmalade from my childhood – specifically, orange marmalade. I remember this from breakfasts at my grandmother’s house, when my sister and I would spend the night. I never really had it anywhere else, and it’s a distinctive taste that brings me back to those very specific times.

I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I’ve had this. But it’s been a nice indulgence in the mornings, having this with some scrambled eggs and coffee.

I’ve got some interesting food-related memories, from my childhood. This is one of them, and Haw Flakes is another such memory.

Another memory from those stays at my grandmother’s house? I recall being up quite early one morning, wandering around. And I think I reached to grab some cheese that I saw on the floor. Only the cheese I was reaching for was part of a mouse trap, and I got my finger snapped something awful.

I recall my grandmother being shocked/concerned and my crying, and asking me why on earth I did such a thing. And I’m pretty sure I replied that “I was hungry.”

You know what? Let’s stop here, and save this story for some other time.

Related:
A Year Later
Phoebe Jung: In Memoriam
Goodbye, Grandma Phoebe
Meet the Family