I was blessed with a really good memory when it comes to names. For example, I can name everyone in my kindergarten class along with a random fact about each person. Somehow I continued to accurately fill the slots in this computer brain of mine over the years with dates, names, and people.
Now…on any given day, I automatically start spewing the birthdays and anniversaries of random people from my past.
But…then I had kids. And they sucked the brain cells out of my head. I’m lucky if I can remember their names.
When I do something like book a flight for the wrong day or forget where I hid birthday presents, my husband will say, “Honey, your poor brain.”
Because he knew me as the girl who could remember his cousin’s best friend’s boyfriend and the names of everyone that came to our wedding…from his side.
The good news is that anything I had stored in my brain before kids, is still there. And I can still access it when I’m back in my hometown at Cafe Rio and run into half of my high school. Even if we weren’t friends, I probably know your name and your birthday. But it’s not really something I’ll let on, because from experience I found it freaks people out when you know everything about them when you hardly know them. It comes off a bit stalkerish, I guess.
I still remember this stuffed banana french toast on an episode of Down Home with the Neelys on the Food Network back in 2008. I was drooling the whole time. You’ve got to smell this one cooking. Unbelieveable.