Cotton Candy at the circus.
Refusing to eat mushrooms of any sort because I was certain all species of mushrooms were poisonous (thanks to the many fairy tales I read).
Kool-Aid made from a packet. Mom would often mix it with orange juice instead of water.
Pixie Stix.
Waxed candy lips and candy cigarettes.
Milk Bone dog biscuits. Hey, I was 3, they were tasty and the dog didn't mind as long as she got her share. Enough said!
Cold milk, sipped through a paper straw, and graham crackers. That is what they served us, as a mid morning snack, in grammar school.
Cozy Inn hamburgers...the world's original slider. One would always smell like onions for the rest of the day upon leaving this little dive.
Hot Dr. Pepper...it was nasty! Does anyone else remember that advertising campaign?
Gnawing on the "crisp" from Mom's oven backed ham.
Quisp Cereal.
Aunt Martha's and Uncle Otto's sausage from the pigs butchered on their farm.
Eating Junior Mints during the Saturday morning cowboy flicks at the Fox Theater.
Bierocks served in the high school cafeteria. Everybody ate lunch, at school, on Bierock day!
Going to the A&W Drive In and being served root beer in a frosty mug.
Peanut butter and potato chip sandwiches (oh so yummy!).
Being turned on to potato chips dunked in soy sauce by 4th Sister...as if potato chips weren't salty enough already.
And speaking of salt, being served salt tablets during meals at summer camp.
Popcorn served with homemade chocolate fudge. Oh how I loved the sweet/salt combination!
Taco Tico's "Sancho"...kind of like a wet burrito.
Fresh, made from scratch, limeade from the Peter Pan Ice Cream Shop.
Hot, scalding cocoa at the soda fountain of the local drug store...only in the winter and only after Sunday School.
Green (yes, GREEN) chipped beef on toast (a junior high sleepover concoction).
Mom's homemade corn dogs and fried bologna sandwiches with mustard.
Sauer Kraut and Sausage with potatoes...I'm 75% German so, of course, this is comfort food to me.
Sneaking over to Danji and Praba's home for an authentic Indian lunch. Oh how I loved Praba's cooking. I credit her for planting the seeds of the future foodie I was to become.
And finally, Dad's story about how poor they were during the Great Depression: You see, they were so poor that they rarely had enough meat to eat. Grandma would apparantly tie a string to a small but thick slab of pork. She'd serve the pork to one child only to yank it out after a few chews to serve to the next kid. I was so gullible that I believed this story for a very, very long time.
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