Onion Rings

As I was walking through the frozen vegetable aisle of HEB, something caught my eye.

Onion rings.

I bought them.

I put them in the oven.

I ate them.

Not all of them, but a fair amount.

It took me back to another time.

I was with Mema and Papa. It was summer. We were in the pick-up. I didn't have on shoes.

We stopped at the Dairy Queen.

It was there that I had my first onion ring.

I was only four. But I remember sitting at the table across from my grandparents. We each had our own hamburger in a red plastic basket. Mema had a Coke, Papa and I had vanilla shakes.

We all shared a basket of rings.

I couldn't finish my burger or vanilla shake.

And those onion rings? They were all gone.

But they remain fixed in my brain. Forever.

Do you have any fond food memories?

(I know you do.)