I was at my desk working on (or at least contemplating) getting some bills paid and filing the stack of papers piled on the edge of my desk. As I sat there feeling more than a bit unmotivated, the phone rang. Susan, my friend and downstairs neighbor, was calling to ask if I could help her with a small writing/publishing project. I replied sure, but that it might have to be tomorrow sometime.
Wise woman that she is, she mentioned that she just happened to have a freshly made pineapple upside-down cake. Warm from the oven. Of course, she had no way of knowing that pineapple upside-down cake is a trigger word for home. In the dessert department, there are any number of trigger words for home that she could have used: lemon ice box pie, fresh apple cake, fried apple pies…yellow cake with homemade caramel frosting. Any one of these would have done it. Needless to say, I postponed paying bills for a visit and a big slice of pineapple upside-down cake.
When I was growing up, my Daddy usually worked the 3-11 shift on Saturday evenings. So, Mama and I had our little Saturday night ritual. She’d make delicious homemade spaghetti, salad, rolls and lemon ice box pie or pineapple upside-down cake for dessert. We’d take our plates into the small den adjacent the kitchen and eat while we watched Perry Mason. I was a mystery fan even back then.
Eventually, I was old enough to date on the weekends but usually preferred a Friday evening date to a Saturday evening one. I enjoyed our Saturday evening Perry Mason time together and our pineapple upside-down cake…
The photo above is from one of my favorite go-to sites: All Recipes!
