Growing up, my maternal grandparents lived about 6 hours away from me in Elgin, Illinois. We would go visit them as often as possible. And every time we visited them, I remember Grandma always had a jar of apple rings in her refrigerator. Cinnamon-spiced apple rings, floating in a red liquid… and they were delicious.
The other day I was at the local grocery store, going up and down the aisles as I have to do because I always forget to put some stuff on my list and need to see the product to remind myself I need it… and I came across jars of apple rings. I picked up a jar, and I had a few apple rings for a snack that evening.
Just opening the lid of the jar and smelling that cinnamony smell–I closed my eyes and I was instantly standing in Grandma & Grandpa’s kitchen in Elgin, at about age 11 or so, when Alex and I would go stay with G&G for a couple of weeks in the summer. Every bite just took me right back to that house and those summers. Now that is some comfort food.
Labels: all about me, anecdotes and opinions, family
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