Years ago the refrigerator was always open. As was the pantry door, and usually the snack cabinet. With three kids, and their waves of friends, someone was always hungry.
The grew up and for a while I kept things like stuffed olives and spinach bread in the refrigerator and we changed from kraft cheese blocks to artisanal offerings laid out on a bamboo cutting board with matching slicer.
Grandkids came and we reopened the snack cabinet and laughed as subsequent 2 year olds made their way to the cheese balls and gushers…the pantry found itself loaded with teething biscuits and oddly orange cheese noodles. Lucky to have all of our kids live within 10 minutes distance, we went through packing lunch for one of them to pick up on his way to work, setting two extra places at the table, just in case, and dropping coffee and protein boxes off to our daughters job.
We moved, only 30 minutes down the road, to a smaller house. Not “on the way” to anyones normal destinations, and it took me a while to realize I didnt need to buy frozen waffles, oreo cookies or boxes of pizza. Fruit snacks and yogurt sticks passed their expiration dates before they were tossed and I realized I missed feeding them all…
The nor’easter brought 3 snow days to our area. We drove home from our beach place in case we were needed for emergency childcare. Late yesterday afternoon the youngest came to pick up her 2 and headed for the kitchen. “Wheres the leftover brisket?” Her husband turned on the coffee pot and she pulled the provolone cheese from the refrigerator. Today my son came to pick up his 2, said hello, went straight to the kitchen, opened the nacho chips and new jar of salsa, sat in his dads chair and enjoyed an afternoon snack. I sat, amazed and humbled that they still know they are “home” when they walk in the door. Doors slam, cupboards open and years of memories rush back. Life is good.