Time Travel: Well, Sort Of

Time Travel: Well, Sort Of

Time Travel: Well, Sort Of

Time travel may not be possible but my nephew, Bryan, managed to pull off the next best thing. When we were visiting together recently, he took an old recipe that’s been in our family for generations and whipped up one of my all-time favorites.  We’ve always called it “ice box cake.”  You begin with cookies--real, homemade, mouth-watering sugar cookies.  The cookies are layered in a baking pan.  Between the layers you pour a filling made with pineapple and other sweets.  Then the whole thing is frozen and topped with whipped cream.  Trust me when I say it’s delicious! Sitting and eating a piece of icebox cake with my family brought back a flood of childhood memories.  When I was growing up, the house rule was that you always got to pick your birthday meal.  Invariably, I would pick icebox cake for my dessert.  What I remember most is how exasperated my mom would get when she was fixing the cookies.  The dough had to be rolled and chilled for an hour or so.  But, honestly, I couldn’t wait.  I loved eating the cookie dough.  So I would sneak into the kitchen, and then, with ninja-like skill, I would steal a big hunk of cookie dough from the refrigerator.  Eventually, my mom waved the white flag of surrender.  Whenever she made icebox cake, she actually began doubling the recipe for the cookies so I could eat my fill of cookie dough. My mom passed away a few months ago.  It’s funny how something as simple as a piece of cake can play with your emotions.  In my mind’s eye, I could see my mom cooking dinner like she did every day.  Always busy.  Always smiling.  It stirred up a warm, contented feeling.  I could also see my mom chasing me out of the kitchen, which happened quite often when I was a teenager.  Sometimes she emphasized the point by waving a wooden spoon.  Just thinking about it brought a smile to my face. I’m grateful to Bryan for deciding to fix my favorite cake.  I’m sure he did it as a tribute to my mom.  I can tell you it was a high-flying success.  But more than that, it was also a golden ticket to my past.  Thanks for the trip through time, Bryan!