Random Memory #1: Hardee’s Cinnamon Raisin Biscuits

I decided to create a new blog category today called, "Random Memories." These memories are like old friends that I haven’t heard from in a while and they come to visit when a sound, smell, or familiar place entices them. Sometimes, these memories appear out of nowhere and catch me completely by surprise!

So I realized that I want to capture these memories in writing as best as I can so that if my memory should fail me later in life, I will have record of them. These posts probably won’t mean anything to many of you, but perhaps they’ll spark a memory in your mind or at least give you a little insight into who I am. And with that… here’s my first random memory…

Random Memory #1: Hardee’s Cinnamon Raisin Biscuits
Circa: 1994-1997

Yes, I understand that this is a weird memory to start out with, but taste and smell are just as integral a part of our memory as seeing and hearing.

Anyway, this memory came to me on a cold fall morning as my car’s heater blew warm air onto my feet. How does this evoke memories of Hardee’s Cinnamon Raisin Biscuits? Well, it reminds me of when our Dad used to drive us to school.

On those cold winter mornings he would go out into the garage and start up his car, a 1991 Chevrolet Blazer and let it warm up. I find this to be a pretty nice gesture on his part, since all of us boys had paper routes growing and he typically let us freeze our butts off delivering papers, telling us that "it builds character."

On Friday mornings, Dad would typically buy us a treat before school. I can still remember those cold mornings when he’d roll down the window at the drive-thru to place his order as we were temporarily blasted by the cold, only to be rewarded a few minutes later with a box of warm cinnamon raisin biscuits on our laps. Ahh, nothing like a warm cinnamon raisin biscuit glazed with icing to start the morning, not to mention the hot air blowing on my shoes as it kept the car warm.

I haven’t eaten breakfast at Hardee’s since those days when my Dad used to take us, and I don’t know if they still have those awesome cinnamon raisin biscuits. But I will always treasure those Friday mornings when my Dad would buy us a treat before school… loading us up with a sugar high before handing us off to our teachers.