Just opened a bottle of Pepsi. And thought of my grandma. Not that grandma drank Pepsi, although she may have. But that there were always bottles of Pepsi in the fridge at grandma’s. My aunt and cousin lived there and I know they drank it. It was a treat when we got to have some too. Pepsi then came in those short glass bottles. It just always tasted so good.
Then when I was in college, I spent a summer at my friend’s parent’s home. This friend happened to be the cousin of the guy I ended up marrying, but that’s another story. There was always Pepsi in the fridge there too, only it was a 2 liter bottle. It was a life saver when C. and I both ended up with horrid Mountain Dew withdrawal headaches since that was all we ever drank at school. And her dad, my husband’s uncle, gave our first daughter her very first taste of pop, Pepsi, when we were visiting a few years later. I had managed to get her through the first two years without her knowing what pop was (and therefore never had to share mine). Thanks Uncle L.!
Several years later, Pepsi became the drink of choice when my best friend and I had our chicken butchering parties. We had the table, a fire with boiling water, butchering knives, buckets for the feathers and other chicken butchering by-products and our bottles of Pepsi. Any time we painted, canned, cleaned or had a road trip the Pepsi was with us. But mostly when we did the chickens. She’s gone now, cancer. But a 16 oz plastic bottle of Pepsi brings back the memories!
Funny what triggers memories and good feelings sometimes!
Awsum blog Deb!!!! My food-memory-trigger is coffee—sittin’ at my girlfriend’s house during high school. We’d sit for hours drinking coffee, making “un-beknownst-to-our-parents” type plans. You’re right, the funny and good memories that come up can be so comforting.