Thanksgiving, like every holiday, starts off with the business of lists and recipes, shopping and cleaning and ends up where everything seems to, with the bittersweet memories of those we have lost.
“Umm… Ame, what is up with the ancient can of mandarin oranges and what do they have to do with your mom?”, you ask. Read on my friends. This one is just plain old freakish.
I spent a big chunk of the weekend reading expiration dates and tossing ancient items out of my pantry and fridge. It is really quite embarrassing, but frankly I suck at this piece of domesticity. I usually do it before the holiday visit from my nephew, the expiration date nazi, but sadly he will not be joining this year.
I digress. I had just finished making (not enough) cranberry sauce and was on the phone asking a friend about whether to use canned mandarin oranges in my fresh sauce. My argument in favor of this slimy little canned citrus was nostalgia. You guessed it, my mom always used them. I reached into the pantry and saw the condition of the can, realizing it had slipped through Saturday’s expiration sweep.
But then I saw something so startling that even the most stubborn skeptic could not deny.
As the word ‘Mom’ left my lips, this is what I saw.
Yeh, I know, crazy, right? (and yes I am aware that this can expired over 5 years ago)
So here’s the thing. This is no coincidence. Why the hell would DelMonte stamp MOM on the bottom of a can of (5+ year old) mandarin oranges?
Because, my friends, I really do believe they did not.
Here’s to you, Elaine, you cagey devil. And yes, I get it, I can’t possibly leave out the mandarin oranges.
“She lives on beneath everything I do. Her presence influenced who I was, and her absence influences who I am. Our lives are shaped as much by those who leave us as they are by those who stay.”
– Hope Edelman from Motherless Daughters: The Legacy of Loss
4 responses to “Time to Cry Tuesday… Mom”
Same reason I keep Crisco on hand. I can’t stand the stuff, but it’s how Gramma made the pie crust. Boy, do I miss that lady.
Right?! And FYI, I just bought another can of Crisco too! Happy T-day.
I’m glad she’s looking out for you – of course it needs orange. What were you thinking? xoxo
Happy Thanksgiving, Elaine! Thanks for the message!