In my memory, I’m in Nana’s kitchen. There’s a feeling of clutter around me; not mess, just stuff everywhere ready to be picked up and used as needed, a project or two left in the middle to attend to other things. Just then she was attending to my hunger and fixing a snack; a dollop of peanut butter in the middle of a Hi Ho cracker (Ritz crackers being a bit too pricey). As she handed me the cracker, she explained the proper way to eat it. “Nibble around the edges where there is no peanut butter, then pop that last bit into your mouth. Delicious.” And it was.