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Meme, Day 12 & 13
Question 12: What's inside your fridge?
Hmmm, I'm not actually home, so let's see how far I can get with this from memory!
Red Brita pitcher, probably with about an inch of water in it.
Diet Coke!
The last of the batch of (incredibly Americanized blue-collar family recipe) pasta fagioli I made last week.
Parmesan cheese.
Half a jar of gravy.
Butter, cream cheese spread, grape jam, probably some other condiments.
A lot of food that belongs to my roommate.
Possibly some limp celery and ancient apples in the crisper drawer.
There are also some frozen pizzas in the freezer that are mine, does that count?
I'm leaving this weekend to spend a week in Michigan for Christmas and tomorrow would otherwise have been grocery shopping day, so this isn't quite as sad and dire as it sounds.
Question 13. What is your earliest memory?
Huh, I don't know exactly. My family moved at Christmastime a couple of months after I turned four, so I have this handy demarcation in my memories: anything I remember at the old house is a memory from when I was three or four years old. So I have this clutch of memories that are all quite early, though they are becoming mostly memories of memories--things I am accustomed to knowing that I remember.
Possibly one of the earliest--because it must have been in the summer, so I have to have been three and a half--is the memory of being deeply outraged that my dad was taking my older brothers (who would have been then six and eight) to a Tigers game without me.
In retrospect I would not have wanted to take very small me to a sporting event either, but at the time it seemed like a grossly unjust thing that boys got to do and girls did not, and I felt terribly betrayed by it.
Hmmm, I'm not actually home, so let's see how far I can get with this from memory!
Red Brita pitcher, probably with about an inch of water in it.
Diet Coke!
The last of the batch of (incredibly Americanized blue-collar family recipe) pasta fagioli I made last week.
Parmesan cheese.
Half a jar of gravy.
Butter, cream cheese spread, grape jam, probably some other condiments.
A lot of food that belongs to my roommate.
Possibly some limp celery and ancient apples in the crisper drawer.
There are also some frozen pizzas in the freezer that are mine, does that count?
I'm leaving this weekend to spend a week in Michigan for Christmas and tomorrow would otherwise have been grocery shopping day, so this isn't quite as sad and dire as it sounds.
Question 13. What is your earliest memory?
Huh, I don't know exactly. My family moved at Christmastime a couple of months after I turned four, so I have this handy demarcation in my memories: anything I remember at the old house is a memory from when I was three or four years old. So I have this clutch of memories that are all quite early, though they are becoming mostly memories of memories--things I am accustomed to knowing that I remember.
Possibly one of the earliest--because it must have been in the summer, so I have to have been three and a half--is the memory of being deeply outraged that my dad was taking my older brothers (who would have been then six and eight) to a Tigers game without me.
In retrospect I would not have wanted to take very small me to a sporting event either, but at the time it seemed like a grossly unjust thing that boys got to do and girls did not, and I felt terribly betrayed by it.