I've spoken before about family holidays to Florida, and pancakes especially making an impact, but the really formative memory in my mind is the little things related to 2 successive family holidays to Clearwater beach.
They are, in no particular order:
I should point out, these memories are so ingrained in my mind that I'm pretty sure heading back to Clearwater beach would cause flood of tears because I know it wouldn't be the same, things would have moved on and it may not be as good......
In fact just think about Clearwater Beach makes me cry....
(Part 1 is here)
They are, in no particular order:
- The gravy on a meat dish, possibly meat loaf, at a diner in Scientology laden Clearwater
- Shopping in publix, where they had calculators attached to the shopping trolleys
- Having jalapeños on a burger at an Irish-American bar on Island estates
- drinking unsweetened ice tea from dimpled red plastic beakers
- Eating front loops and the colour the milk went
- Eating pop tarts in exciting flavours
- Running across hot sands with Cubans sandwiches and black coffee for my mother's lunch
- The marinara sauce on angel hair pasta at a restaurant across the road from the Tropicana Motel where we stayed.
- Saltwater taffy, blue smurf & superman flavoured ice cream.
- Key Lime Pie...
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| My birthday card from my mother this year - I remember picking up this postcard in Florida |
In fact just think about Clearwater Beach makes me cry....
(Part 1 is here)