I've been thinking about food memories from my childhood and one stands out above all else: driving back from the pizza place with my dad and holding the hot box on my lap until it got so hot that it burned and I had to lift it until I could stand to put it down again. Weird but I'd always do it. Of course, the pizza was good too. It seems that back then there was no problem getting good pizza with bubbles in the crust. Why is that so hard to find today?
The other two things I really loved were fluffernutter sandwiches, which I only ever got to eat when at our friends house on a lake in Vermont. And a frosty mug of Stewarts root beer and a hot dog, hung from a tray on the car window.