I made a few passes at this one…
Dear Husband,
I started writing to you but it felt familiar. Too familiar. So I did a search on my own blog, and it all came back to me. Last year, my A-to-Z theme was ‘I was just thinking…’ in which I wrote whatever I was thinking (like that really required an explanation). Guess what I wrote about for H? Right… husband. I even continued that post into I (for imagination…). I’ve decided that I don’t want to essentially rewrite those posts in letter form so I’m ending this now.
Dear Help,
Where are you when I need you? I don’t even know where to send this letter, so maybe I’ll roll it up, stick it in a bottle, and throw it into the sea. A shark will probably eat it.
Dear Hope,
You really don’t even exist for me so I have no idea why I would write you a letter.
Dear Hostess,
Thanks for being part of my childhood. You bring back great memories. Yes, many of my memories are tied to food. Is that normal?
At this point in my life, I have no idea how I could ever have loved Twinkies the most. Nope. Now I want the apple pies, powdered donuts, and cupcakes. And I mean the original chocolate cupcakes, none of those offensive new varieties you’ve put out there. I’ve even baked cakes and cupcakes in your image. I’m cute, I know.
I also want to apologize for not bringing you home very often. But I have no control when you’re around, and while eating an entire box of your cupcakes seems like a great idea, I know it would only end in regret.
We had a scare back in 2012 when you went bankrupt. But thankfully, you came back to me. Now if I could only get back tiny Chiclets and those yummy Morton frozen donuts Mom used to buy…
p.s. — Now I’ve given myself a craving and I can’t even go out and buy powdered donuts…
I get Twinkie’s being your favorite as a kid. They used to be a lot better. And, I’m convinced the key to Keith Richards’ immortality is due to a combination of alcohol and Twinkies, with the alcohol being an antiseptic and the preservatives in Twinkies exponentially increasing his shelf life. 😏
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Interesting theory. 😀 You’re crazy.
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But wrong? Hmmm. 🤔
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Of course memories of childhood are tied to food. Marcel Proust wrote seven whole novels about remembering when he ate a Madeleine cake, after all, so you’re not alone.
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I find that I have foods that bring back memories… and smells. Like the perfume my mom wore when I was a little kid… and the smell of rain, for some reason.
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Yes, smells are very linked to memory too!
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Damn you, you’ve given me a craving!
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Sorry!
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Oh, them Hostess cupcakes! My mom wasn’t a baker so it was the closest we ever got besides those Pillsbury oven cookies:-)
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My mom didn’t bake often, but she could. As soon as I was old enough, I was the baker!
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I was lucky I married a man who loves to bake!
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Yes… lucky! I think my husband baked brownies from a box mix once…
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I hate those cravings! And as always, thank you for being so honest. ❤
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I guess I can’t help myself but be honest. I guess that’s a good thing??!
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