February 1, 2017 - The Transporter: tell us about a sensation - a taste, fragrance, a piece of music that transports you back to your childhood.
Both of my parents loved strawberries, but my mother loved them all the way to her soul. I'm totally serious, strawberries were a spiritual experience for her.
During the summer months, we had them for dessert most every evening. She'd serve them with yellow cake and whipped cream, or she would make homemade ice cream with them. Cathy, Steven, and I had to crank the freezer, because we didn't have the electric version. She would be laughing and happy all afternoon, just thinking about her sweet treat later that evening.
Whenever we were invited to a wedding or baby shower, she would make an angel food cake, pour macerated, sweetened strawberries into the into the middle, then frost it with Cool Whip.
I love strawberries, but I believe it is due to her elan and gusto. She's been gone seven years now, but my sister Linda and I always make sure we prepare some fluffy strawberry concoction on her birthday and wedding annivesary, so she knows we remember.