The other day, I had some tea and toast for breakfast and it reminded me of all the times I was home sick from school.
I was raised by a single mom who couldn’t afford to stay home with me, so she would always take me to her mother’s house for the day.
Gramma would always make me tea and toast for breakfast when I was there. It was the best tasting tea and toast on the planet! It was Lipton tea with milk. Not just regular milk or cream, but canned evaporated milk. The toast was a nice brown with 5 spots of melted butter.
I’ve never been able to duplicate the taste of her tea and toast. When I ask her about it, she says it’s just regular tea and toast. But she obviously put her finger in it or something because I cannot make it the same.
While I don’t wish to be sick again, I do long for the taste of her tea and toast. I’ll continue to fall short of her complicated recipe, but I will enjoy the memories they bring making the attempt.