"cybercat" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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Quoted message said:Every time I visit with my sister, who is 3 years older, I am amazed at
the things she remembers that I do not, about growing up.
But also I am amazed at how she still eats foods we ate then that I never
do.
Jewish Rye is one example. I have always loved rye and pumpernickel, and
though I remember my mother buying this lighter rye that has seeds in
it--what kind?--in a package, I usually buy bakery rye that is dark.
My sister, who still eats a lot of lunch meat, bought some, and I was
surprised at how moist and delicious it is! She bought Pepperidge Farms
Jewish Rye.
Other things--rice pudding, which she now buys in a little carton, and
pastries for breakfast.
When I was a kid, I went through a phase where I loved making popovers. I
don't recall filling them with anything. Just loved popping them open and
watching them deflate. We probably put margarine on them. Never had real
butter in the house.
The only rye bread we ever had was that cocktail rye and usually only when
we had company or perhaps at holidays.
Once a year a favorite treat was Huckleberry pie. My friends and I would
spend all day in the woods, picking them. Often we didn't have enough and I
had to add an apple or two to the pie to round it out. I was never a very
good pie baker but I loved the taste of the berries.
Once a week, my friends and I would ride our bikes or walk to the little mom
and pop store nearby. They had the best selection of candy. I'd usually
get either Turkish Taffy, a chocolate covered bar or fudge or a Jolly
Rancher bar. In those days it came in a long bar of hard candy. I doubt I
ever finished it. I'd always leave it partially wrapped so I had something
to hang onto while I ate it and invariably the wrapper got stuck to the
candy. And although not technically a food, I'd also get these long ropes
of bubble gum and attempt to cram the whole thing in my mouth at once. We'd
have bubble blowing contests.
