A couple of days ago, before Mikayla and I returned to the United States for a long visit, we began fantasizing about foods that we had missed since our departure in January. With each call-out of a favorite dish, we’d pause and savor the moment as though a plate of it had just been set before us and we could indulge in flavors long missed.
Our list began, of course, with my sister’s chocolate pie, based on a recipe created by our paternal grandmother whom we fondly called Munger. The odd name came about when Sharon couldn’t muster grandmother. She could say Munger, though, and the name stuck.
Next Mikayla and I moved on to shrimp of any kind: broiled, grilled, steamed and peeled, Creole, on kebabs, or with grits. The preparation doesn’t matter. We haven’t eaten shrimp since leaving the States, because they’re so darned expensive. One provisioner in St. Thomas wanted $50 per pound for raw, unpeeled shrimp. Isn’t that the same price as gold bouillon?
Mikayla asked her Aunt Ellen to have whipped cream in a can waiting in the fridge so she can throw back her head and guzzle it at any time. She’d also like strawberries and potato chips, which we gave up long ago when the price catapulted to $8US per bag.
I can’t wait to sit down for a sizzling plate of fajitas (shrimp, of course) at Taxco along with a pitcher of gold margaritas. Mikayla and I also want milkshakes from Steak ‘n’ Shake and ice cream cones from Bruster’s. Mint chocolate chip for Mikayla; chocolate raspberry truffle for me.
I’d also like to have my traditional Eggs Benedict at Goldberg’s with my friend Karen. We shared many breakfasts there while planning our Girl Scout meetings together for six years. I’m hankering for some lox and bagels, though, and I’d be happy to order that instead at the best place in Atlanta for bagels.
It sounds like a Christmas wish list when we add hot showers with unlimited quantities of water.