Months and months ago, I clicked on an ad from the Wisconsin Dairy Council. They wanted to know what I knew about cheese, see some photos I’d taken, and have me write an essay on a food memory that meant something to me. So I told them, I made an intense cheeseboard, I wrote about Sam.
I have a few treasured items that have been passed down to me from family members.
An old wooden box from my grandmother’s childhood, used to store trinkets and treasures.
My mom’s mom’s cookbooks with hand-written notes in the margins and a full set of formal table linens.
The plastic container my dad stored iceberg lettuce in the entire time my sister and I were growing up.
This final item may be the most precious. This Tupperware was around long before I was and, most likely, will be around long after me, as is the nature of those lovely containers made decades and decades ago.