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Simple Pleasures

I just indulged in a bowl of ice cream. I know what you're thinking, "what's the big deal?" Well, let me tell you that this was no ordinary bowl of ice cream. Picture it, three scoops of French vanilla ice cream topped with hot fudge and a brownie in the bottom. The hot fudge softened the brownie the perfect amount. The combinations of those three delicious ingredients simply melted in my mouth, making way for a flavor explosion. It also allowed for another memory from my childhood to bubble up.

It's Saturday night, I am sitting in the kitchen of my grandma and grandpa McKay. The walls are light blue. The carpet in the living room is a darker shade of blue. I have a makeshift washcloth bib safety pinned securely around my neck, it is also blue. It is navy blue. This was my grandma McKay's favorite shade of blue. I could go on about her obsession with the color blue for hours but that is not the point of this particular blog.

Getting back to my original story, I have a white Corelle bowl filled with Hudsonville and no ice cream. That creamy mounds of ice cream are top with circular drizzles and pools of Hershey's syrup. The room still has the scent of vegetable oil left behind from dinner. On this Saturday night and all of the other Saturday night that I spent at their house growing up, we had hamburgers with the meat seared perfectly on the stove. As a side dish there was fresh cut homemade french fries. My mother and I still joke to this day that I would come home smelling like a french fry.

I can't remember any specific conversation that my grandparents and I had around the dinner table. The things  I do remember are the food we eat and the TV shows we watched. I forced my poor grandparents to watch ABC's TGIF lineup. This shows included in this tween aimed lineup were, Sabrina, The Teenage Witch, Boy Meets World and the short lived  series Clueless, based on the cult classic which starred Alicia Silverstone.  Then, at 10 o'clock my grandparents to insist that we watched 2020. 

 I  no longer spend the night at my grandparents house.  They grew older and so did.  I miss the simple pleasures  of that time but I find new ones every day. G

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