I came across this delightful food review posted by
, and a phrase in it just tickled my writer brain.And this was my response:
I am going to write a memoir about growing up on the border of state, county and city in North Carolina; living in Charlotte with the feel of a small city, before the banker/NBA boom; and then having relatives on the noman’sland border of North and South Carolina.
Grandma served halved pears with a mayonnaise blend and shredded cheese in the delicate natural scoop of the pear, and I liked it.
I took ballet classes, was the first to go en pointe, and then stared down the giant open mouth of a mounted bass at my uncle’s house.
Thanks to this post, I am going to do this, in the heady fiction/non-fiction style of Truman Capote, bringing forth the avocado-toned land of the seventies, the land of jars of Mayo large enough to house goldfish, and the land of the serious battle of Miracle Whip v. Hellman’s, and I am going to title it Insinuated Mayonnaise. Thank you.
“And Why Do Folks Like This?
My personal running theory is that parents drank a lot of martinis in the 1950s, and kids will eat pretty much anything. Fast-forward 50+ years, and that's how nostalgia works, folks.”
—Southern Living https://www.southernliving.com/recipes/pear-mayonnaise-salad-recipe
(Grandma omitted the cherries. She had her limits.)