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There was a bright spot to every school day.
And no, it wasn’t that magical moment each morning when we first stepped into the hallowed halls of learning and knowledge.
Ick.
No, it was that moment, when the whole thing was safely in the past.
The long bus ride to school.
The sweat and toil.
The long bus ride home.
Ta-da!
That moment.
When Mom would usher us into the house and the smell of warm deliciousness would sweep over us like a welcome blanket.
Snack time.
The wonderful reward for having made it through yet another school day.
And mom made it special. Homemade snacks like pudding, cake or pie.
Hot chocolate.
Sometimes the extra-special spudnuts.
Fresh, warm bread with melty butter.
It made all of the pain and drudgery worth every drop of effort.
Then, as we grew older, Mom stepped back a bit and let us create our own snacks.
In the process, something was lost. But something else was definitely gained.
Our snacking of preference grew and changed as our skills did.
At first, my brother, George, would simply spread cheese on crackers and create a giant stack.
Which was then happily consumed, layer by layer.
I would toast bread – just barely – and spread it with peanut butter.
Peanut butter is better all soft and melted.
Just FYI.
Then Mom got a new invention, a Teflon frying pan and I discovered the magical world of omelets.
With lots of melty cheese.
Then George was introduced to tapioca pudding.
Made from scratch and eaten while still warm.
And sometimes shared with his sister.
Until she was shown the amazing chocolate wonderfulness of puffed-wheat squares.
I should explain here that the puffed-wheat is simply a medium to get the chocolate syrup to your mouth.
And it does it well.
Did you know that a hungry teenager can eat an entire pan of puffed wheat squares and still have room for supper?
It’s true. And I proved it on many an occasion.
Moving forward many, many years.
Yesterday, I dug out my tattered old recipe for puffed-wheat squares.
It was stained.
And worn.
But still readable.
I mixed and cooked.
Added, pressed down and cooled.
Then, with my daughter and granddaughter, sliced and consumed.
And, just for an instant, relived the best part of growing up.
I love how you shared a childhood treat with your daughter and granddaughter. And now I'm off to try to find out what puffed wheat squares and spudnuts are.
ReplyDeleteOh, that puffed wheat treat looks good. In college, I make a lot of Rice Crispy treats and Peanut Butter Cheerio bars, so this looks like a cousin to those. Thanks for sharing your memories of after school treats.
ReplyDeleteThe very best recipes ARE stained and worn. And so good to share.
ReplyDeleteThat brings back so many memories, with myself and my kids. "What's for dinner?" is always the first question asked. Next is "Where are the snacks?"
ReplyDeleteMy parents kept puffed wheat cereal in the house. Why didn't I think of the chocolate syrup? They had that, too. Aaaargh...
ReplyDeleteAh, those delightful snacks. What children miss these days, popping open a prefab pudding cup or bag of something manufactured.
ReplyDeleteNow i am peckish!
My kids most often came home to a pan of brownies in winter and fruit in the summer, usually watermelon to cool them down.
ReplyDeleteAh! I love snacking - although I'm trying to cut back. In India, we have a huge array of snacks, although some of them are deep fried and can be avoided.
ReplyDeleteSnacks after school? Unheard of when I was growing up. It might spoil our dinner. We could have a cup of milk or water, but that was it.
ReplyDeleteThose old recipes are the best.
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