I know I’m in Delaware when I am eating strawberry pie before I am even completely awake. I know I’m with a childhood friend when I turn down the opportunity to go out to the bars in a new city in order to stay home and decorate cookies with lavender icing. (We did, of course, supplement said cookies with wine. We’re crafty, not stupid.)
The next day we met her boyfriend for a quick cup of coffee around the corner from Biden’s house. Boyfriend is in the Secret Service, and was able to take a couple minutes break from standing in Biden’s yard to join us for carmel lattes. I don’t know why, but I found that hilarious. Standing in Biden’s ditch all night. HEE! It just sounds dirty to me.
Ditches aside, it’s been a nostalgic trip so far. Fall is good for nostalgia. I went out to a local orchard that sells apples by the bushel from hand-woven wooden crates. I used to buy my Halloween pumpkin there every year. If I could carry it to the car, mom would buy it for me. I strained a lot of scrawny bicep muscles in those fields.
This year my grandmother did not go in with me to scrutinize each and every Stayman Winesap. It’s too much trouble to get in and out of the wheelchair. Nevertheless, I was given explicit instructions on how to park the car for her optimal viewing pleasure from the passenger seat, while I was sent in with a list that included apple butter. (*shudder of pleasure.* Homemade apple butter.) The new lines in the parking lot (new as of a decade ago?) delineating where one was allowed to park, even if one has a handicap tag, were not to her liking. And I was told about it. The more things change….
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5 comments:
sounds like a glorious visit home!
I am glad you had such a wonderful trip home!
I loves me some homemade apple butter...the stuff in the store isn't even close!
I'm guessing boyfriend is handsome and looks good in a suit and sunglasses?
you're bringing some of that apple butter home to share with your friends and neighbors, RIGHT??!!!
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