At lunch during grade school Ruthie and I would always walk home. You could do that back then—now it’s kind of like a prison. You’d always have something ready for us to eat although for the life of me I can’t recall eating anything in particular. I do however recall you eating sardines out of a can. I wanted to know why I couldn’t have sardines.
“You won’t like them.”
“Well can I try?”
I found it fascinating to eat an entire fish, head, tender bones and all. You seemed to be enjoying it so much, I had to try.
I ended up liking it which wasn’t surprising because I ate everything you’d put in front of me. Maybe you hoped I wouldn’t like it and that’s why you said that. Having sardines was probably somewhat of an extravagance and one you didn’t care to share with your children. Since Ruthie hardly ate anything there were no worries there.
Any time I pass sardines in the grocery store I’m transported back into the kitchen on St. Denis feeling quite grown-up eating your sardines.