It seems like what I'm drawn to is childhood favorites. My mom's mac and cheese (not Kraft's), Pastina and soft boiled eggs, soups, goulash, rice pudding - any pudding and tapioca, rilled cheese on white bread and American cheese (altho I haven't gotten the American cheese yet).
Then there is the challenging of talking. Maryellen (my nieces named me Maryellen when I would start talking in "Jersey") keeps slipping into my language when I don't want her to. I might start tawking, get a cup of koffee, or look at awl the birds in the feeder.
Maybe I am preparing for my trip back to Caldwell College for my 45th (how did that happen?) reunion in the fall. Oh so lowng ago and so much has happened on this journey called life.
You can take the girl out of Jersey but you can't take the Jersey out of the girl!
ReplyDeleteFunny how you don't think that you have an "accent". Just yesterday I was taking a hike through a nearby preserve and a stranger who heard me talking asked me where in Jersey I was from! She was a Jersey girl too. Takes one to know one!