Foods that mean something

[torapines]

Danny Kaye: "Do you really wanna know?"
Bing Crosby: "Yes," mimicking "I really wanna know."
Danny Kaye: "Well I'm really gonna tell you..."

A while back I posted about my love of Rice Krispies treats

And I still really want to know...what's the story behind your love of a particular food?

Comments

[cetan]

Peach Cobbler. In particular Dutch Oven Peach Cobbler.

On a number of weekend camping trips with Scouts, we would prepare a dutch oven full of peach cobbler. Most often this would occur in the fall or spring months, because ambient temperature plays an important roll in my memory of the food. We'd pile the coals all around (and on top) of the dutch oven and just sit there salivating in anticipation.

My love of cobbler stems directly from that. I think of camping and of Boy Scouts every time I have some. Even if I'm eating so-so cobbler, the mere thought of those carefree enjoyable days of camping makes the experience more enjoyable. I can smell the fire...I feel the steam hitting my face as I put that first piece of molten-hot peach in my mouth.

[davesanngel]

Cobbler with pie crust or biscuits on top?

I'm curious as I'm finding different regions make it different ways.

[cetan]

Always pie crusts. :)

[wallybat]

everytime i think of scouts and dutch ovens i think of ... severe burns on my hand.

on that note...cold cereal in the box always reminds me of girl scout camp. we had a hard time getting the fire going in the mornings :)

[davesanngel]

Watermelon - for two reasons.

1. At church picnics, the men would always arrive early to move tables & set up for the games & such. They would also take along watermelons & float them in the cool lake under the dock. After lunch, the games would begin - softball, volleyball, kickball - in the scorching July sun. We were all (adults & children) good & hot when the games were done, and they would pull those delightfully chilled melons out & slice them open in generous wedges.

2. Again, hot summer, cold watermelon. This time though, at my grandparents with all 18 cousins sitting on the front porch dribbling sticky pink juice down our chins & spitting seeds through the railings to see who could go the farthest.

Thanks for the opportunity to remember these, Tora.

[torapines]

You're welcome! Thank you for sharing! I'm finding that each of these is sending me down new paths of memory...wonderful!