Pickled Limes and other childhood fascinations
The other night, LaurieWrites went on a twitter tear about pickled limes. Do you get the reference? I did, immediately, because I spent a great deal of time wondering what the heck pickled limes were when I was reading about Amy buying them in Little Women.
Amy spends all her money on pickled limes because they are the latest school fad. Every schoolgirl simply must have a supply of pickled limes. The more limes you have = the more popular you are.
Sounds pretty stupid, until you think back to elementary school.
For us, it was “raw jello.” For a period of time in third grade, you just weren’t cool unless you had some Jell-o powder in a ziplock in your pocket. You could stick a moistened finger in the powder and lick it off, leaving your finger a pleasing color of pink, purple or orange in the process.
I remember trying to persuade my mom to give me a box of Jell-o so I could be one of the cool kids, but that was Foolishness Up With Which She Would Not Put. Why would you give your kid a whole box of gelatin so she could stick her finger in it, when you could turn that same box into cool, wiggly dessert for the whole family?
Thus began my long career of uncoolness. I can trace it all back to a lack of Jell-o. (And in retaliation, I will not eat Jell-o to this day).
I also remember a time when the must-have was fiery hot cinnamon toothpicks, which could only be bought from one scary liquor store run by a very wrinkly, grizzled old guy who reeked of cigarette smoke.
So what was it for you? Pickled limes, or something else?