When a friend texted me that she loves frozen grapes, it flagged a childhood memory of the bunches of "frozen" glass grapes that my mother displayed in a bowl in our living room. Gorgeous ones in the softest greens, and plum tones. Frosted in who-knows-what, but looking as fresh as if she had taken them directly from the freezer to the living room.
I was old enough to know that the grapes weren't real. But I knew that fairy tales weren't real either, and I still believed in them. Soo, just in case, I licked the frost. And do you know what? It tasted good!
And do you know what else? When I told my friend, she said that she had done the same thing when she was growing up! Did you?