I’m not sure about your relationship with ice cream sandwiches but it is quite impossible for me to be anything near normal when I see one.Yes, they come in so many different sizes,shapes and flavours today.What could I say? My taste buds dance with excitement and my mouth waters excitedly when I even think of having one or …..well you will  soon understand..As I close my eyes and remember the days with my mom.Memories  of my first home with my parents makes me feel like I’m going back to my little safe place in my mind another life time ago where I was that child that struggled oh so much with her secret love for food and was made to always feel so wrong and most important so different.I shouldn’t have any treats because I was “fat” afterall.I say safe place funny enough even though my relationship with food was born in this house it’s still makes me tear with such cherished memories.Perhaps because this is where I had a mom and a dad and no matter what the realtionship I had two parents.The house was busy,food always on the stove, cakes in the oven.Friends in and out,our backyard was the party place in the summer with a perfect swimming pool and cabanos in the corner, three of them actually where we could go and change and even a staircase off of the the back of the house leading you to the main powder room in our home.This was too cool for me….I still say this was and is the best house ever on the planet.Now  I will begin to share the connection of the ice cream sandwiches and the powder room.It was Thursday afternoon,moms grocery shopping day at Steinbergs and dinner at Cascades at Rockland Shopping Ceneter.(For those of you that do remember the original open mall, Rockland Shopping Center please feel free to share your memories,I’d love to hear them I do remember that mall,like I had been there yesterday.) So off we went to do the groceries and as we’re  walking up and down the aisles my mom tosses a box of ice cream sandwiches in the grocery cart.I’m sure I was excited but I don’t really remember.This is what  I do remember…..were back home unpacking the big brown crunchy bags of groceries and ummmmm….I have the sandwiches in my little hands and place them into the freezer,geez,again I feel like this was this morning,Anyways it wasn’t, it was back in the 60’s.Mom was distracted and I remember grabbing an ice cream and bolting for the powder room…..I ate it all  up in quite the panic and wiped my face and teeth clean as we all know how that wafer loves hanging out on our teeth and then I popped back into the kitchen.Yikes,I was horrified because what if mom sees that a sandwich has gone missing?? She will of course because there were no longer  six in the box the new number was five! Mom was busy yacking  on the phone back in the day where we were attached to it as it was mounted to the wall with the curly wire so I knew I was good to go,well to bolt actually.I quietly and very nervously opened up the freezer door and grabbed the box and locked myself into the powder room.Now it was just me and the five ice creams ..so what now? I so didn’t want to be yelled at and told how bad I was and that I was too fat to eat these luscious treats so YES I ate all five so that she wouldn’t know that I had even had one let alone all  six .A few days later mom is calling for me and asks if I had seen them and I remember saying that I never,ever even remember unpacking them..she went on and on saying she had bought them and I finally thought I  had convinced her that the young boy packing  our grocery bags must have missed them……..I have no doubt  today that she absolutely knew where they had gone Today, how do you think I feel when I eat one ? How crazy is all of this? All I could tell you is beware how you speak to your little ones! I’ll be back to continue my journey with you.❤️