I was at my desk working on (or at least contemplating) getting some bills paid and filing the stack of papers piled on the edge of my desk.  As I sat there feeling more than a bit unmotivated, the phone rang.  Susan, my friend and downstairs neighbor, was calling to ask if I could help her with a small writing/publishing project.  I replied sure, but that it might have to be tomorrow sometime.

Wise woman that she is, she mentioned that she just happened to have a freshly made pineapple upside-down cake.  Warm from the oven.  Of course, she had no way of knowing that pineapple upside-down cake is a trigger word for home.  In the dessert department, there are any number of trigger words for home that she could have used:  lemon ice box pie, fresh apple cake, fried apple pies…yellow cake with homemade caramel frosting.  Any one of these would have done it.  Needless to say, I postponed paying bills for a visit and a big slice of pineapple upside-down cake.

When I was growing up, my Daddy usually worked the 3-11 shift on Saturday evenings.  So, Mama and I had our little Saturday night ritual.  She’d make delicious homemade spaghetti, salad, rolls and lemon ice box pie or pineapple upside-down cake for dessert.  We’d take our plates into the small den adjacent the kitchen and eat while we watched Perry Mason.  I was a mystery fan even back then.

Eventually, I was old enough to date on the weekends but usually preferred a Friday evening date to a Saturday evening one.  I enjoyed our Saturday evening Perry Mason time together and our pineapple upside-down cake…

The photo above is from one of my favorite go-to sites:  All Recipes!