LUNCH STORIES: a post about snacktime, butter, and minefields? is it christmas or something? And did I mention butter?
I came across an abnormally large amount of butter in my freezer this morning.
Actually, it was more like an avalanche of saturated fat hurling towards me at high speeds. Luckily I have the reflexes of a lynx and successfully eluded any permanent, crippling damage to my limbs that could have easily been caused by frozen bricks violently emerging from the depths of the freezer.
This reminded me of something my mom used to make me when I was little. One of my favorite snacks, actually. Butter and saltine crackers.
That's right. Butter and saltine crackers.
Oh, but it was.
Delicious.
Now that I think about it, this was only one of many strange combinations my mother forced upon me for my sheer enjoyment. And butter was often involved.
Peanut butter, butter (and sometimes jelly) sandwiches
This is the most obvious, and kind of redundant, route to take. An upgrade from the lowly cracker-and-butter combo, if you will. It makes total sense now, you just want to maximize the fat and calories! why not? everyone loves creaminess! (and it's not like I'm genetically cursed or anything.)
No wonder I never did lunch-tradesies in Kindergarden. Im salivating just thinking about it.
An added bonus was the entertainment factor. The butter was carelessly applied, only appearing in giant pieces every so often. So every bite was a surprise. Every sandwich was like a little minefield of sustenance and fun. Thanks mom!
My heart thanks you too.
Im sure there is a whole set of more of mom-favorites. And then there's a whole collection of dad-creations.... Those were days I was afraid of the lunch bell. But I'll save those for another post!
Luckily now I've seen the error of my butter-eating ways and have since then learned to make my own food. But I still kind of miss those damn crackers...
Actually, it was more like an avalanche of saturated fat hurling towards me at high speeds. Luckily I have the reflexes of a lynx and successfully eluded any permanent, crippling damage to my limbs that could have easily been caused by frozen bricks violently emerging from the depths of the freezer.
This reminded me of something my mom used to make me when I was little. One of my favorite snacks, actually. Butter and saltine crackers.
That's right. Butter and saltine crackers.
Were we poor? or homeless?No, none of those. (Well, maybe poor. definitely poor.) But they might seem like reasonable conclusions. I mean, saltines smothered in butter doesn't exactly sound like the best snack option for you and your child.
deprived of any basic nutritional knowledge?
Oh, but it was.
Delicious.
Now that I think about it, this was only one of many strange combinations my mother forced upon me for my sheer enjoyment. And butter was often involved.
Peanut butter, butter (and sometimes jelly) sandwiches
This is the most obvious, and kind of redundant, route to take. An upgrade from the lowly cracker-and-butter combo, if you will. It makes total sense now, you just want to maximize the fat and calories! why not? everyone loves creaminess! (and it's not like I'm genetically cursed or anything.)
No wonder I never did lunch-tradesies in Kindergarden. Im salivating just thinking about it.
An added bonus was the entertainment factor. The butter was carelessly applied, only appearing in giant pieces every so often. So every bite was a surprise. Every sandwich was like a little minefield of sustenance and fun. Thanks mom!
My heart thanks you too.
Im sure there is a whole set of more of mom-favorites. And then there's a whole collection of dad-creations.... Those were days I was afraid of the lunch bell. But I'll save those for another post!
Luckily now I've seen the error of my butter-eating ways and have since then learned to make my own food. But I still kind of miss those damn crackers...
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