I’m still in touch with my best friend whom I’ve known since 1954. Every time we talk or get together, even if it’s been after many years, the topic of food in our childhood is brought up, once again. We lived in the suburbs of Washington, D.C., outside of Alexandria, VA. There was a small shopping center a few miles away, but because my folks only had one car, Saturday had to be their weekly shopping day. I always went with my family, and usually my friend for this outing. We would run off on our own (at ages seven and eight) to the drug store and to the Ben Franklin, with our allowance. This might cover one candy bar, or maybe a comic book. Sometimes we had to save for a few weeks for these treasures. We would eye all the paper dolls while there, too. In the summer, we always stopped in at the bakery. Brenner’s Bakery had not only the usual cakes and cookies, but also a soft ice cream machine, or frozen custard, actually What heaven to get a cone of soft, rich, swirly, chocolate ice cream!