Apple fritter bread is ephemeral and that makes us sad
- The place Marido and I love most of all in the world (or maybe the second most in the world – Spain is in the running now for The Best Place In The World) is Madeline Island in the Apostle Islands in (on?) Lake Superior.
- I am on A Mission to use inventory. That is, I want us to eat the food we have in the freezer and in the pantry before we buy more food. (!Hay comida en la casa!)
- We buy a dozen (absolutely delicious) cinnamon rolls from Coco Bakery in Washburn every year and keep them in the downstairs freezer, rationing them out carefully.
- If Marido dies before I do or if he is hospitalized, I am going to eat them all myself and not feel guilty.
- Two summers ago, we found apple fritter bread at the IGA in Washburn and brought the leftovers home.
- Because we were full of pie and turnovers from Judy’s Gourmet Garage and of all the extra goodies they had at Coco, like the chocolate babushka thingy.
- Last summer, we tried to find more of the IGA apple fritter bread but to no avail. They have stopped making it.
Me: Are you going to start eating those cinnamon rolls we brought back from Coco last summer?
Marido: I don’t know.
Me: And there’s an apple fritter in the upstairs freezer! Bottom drawer!
Marido: Also, your Fritos.
[What? You don’t buy yourself a bag of Fritos for your birthday, eat a few, and put the rest in the freezer?]
Marido: Oh! It’s the last bit of apple fritter bread!
Me: You need to eat that. It’s old and it’s taking up room in the freezer.
Marido: But – when I eat it, it will be gone. And it will never come again. I am afraid to finish it because when I do, we will never have any more again ever.
Marido: Two summers ago, I wasn’t working and I wasn’t running for office [long stories] and I was happy.
Marido: But now, I’ve lost my freedom.
Me: And then you’re going to die and in the meantime, there’s not more apple fritter bread.
