Every now and then we run across something in life that triggers a great childhood memory. Today I ran across the muscadine, the origin of some grape varieties, while I shopped at a small farmer’s market.
Many people have probably never heard of muscadine, let alone tasted a muscadine. To tell you the truth, it really is an ugly fruit with a thick and mottled skin.
For those of you that have seen the animation Ratatouille, the muscadine brings back childhood memories for me much like the ratatouille dish did for the famous food critic, Anton Ego. I grew up in the country on roughly 100 acres. Muscadine vines grew in the wild on our land. The vines would climb trees; therefore, we would climb trees in search of the sweet fruit. Desiring instant gratification, we would begin eating our sweet finds before our feet even touched solid ground again.
It is so funny how in life we can take simple things for granted, but realize way down the road that it was those simple things that made life so rich, full and worth living. I am so thankful for growing up in a simpler time. A time when we spent most days barefoot from late Spring to early Fall. A time when we roamed the woods and neighborhoods from sun up to sun down. A time when parents weren’t afraid to discipline children and teach them a strong work ethic.
Oh my gosh, I’ve got to go now and call my parents to tell them what a great job they did!