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.
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