Goldfish

I saw this image and it, strangely, reminded me of my grandfather. That shouldn’t come as a surprise in its own, but what it did was bring me back to 40 years (or so) ago with the family sitting in my grandparent’s backyard having a bit of dessert after lunch.

It was a small bowl of vanilla ice cream and some canned peaches.

My grandfather looked and said, “Oh, goldfish. I like goldfish.”

I was horrified. And then I figured out the joke. He was a simple man, my grandfather, but he did like a few things that I can remember: boiled eggs in an egg cup, almond chicken at the local Chinese restaurant, a decent cup of tea…

And, of course, goldfish.