What’s your favorite childhood treat?
We used to get root beer popsicles when it was especially hot out. NOM.
Cheddar cheese and apples. GOOD cheddar cheese.
My mom’s homemade oatmeal cookies. Yum.
Delmonico’s restaurant at the Galleria in Houston was always a special treat. It was where I was fooled into trying escargot (I was told they were mushrooms). Really, going to any swank eatery is still a treat for me.
Also, when Dad started getting into collecting wines, he’d get me into tasting them. Mmmm, bordeaux…
Just call me Eloise. 8-P
Surprisingly difficult…either some kind of candy like a Pixie Stick or candy necklace…or a Slurpee. Guess it depended on the weather.
Chocolate pudding at the “Bonanza” restaurant, well, ‘eatery’… For some reason, that skinned over chocolate mass w/the dollop of hardened whipped ‘cream’ on top rocked my world…LOL!
Later – the hot fudge sundae at Farrell’s Ice Cream Parlor…my mom and I could get our glasses damned near ‘licked clean’ in under 5 minutes. LOL!
Liprap – (Happy B’day BTW!!!) see my comment about pudding at “Bonanza” and keep that in mind for this:
My folks took me w/them to Vargo’s (swank restaurant in Houston, beautiful grounds, peacocks and other birds roamed the greenery) when I was about 6 years old. We waited in the “Cricket Club” (?) bar for our table. As we sat there, they had a bowl of popcorn to snack on (I guess for drinkers)…and a waiter came by to check on my folks and asked “How is everything?” and I looked at him w/a handful of popcorn and said “This is BETTER than Bonanza!!!” LOL! Hey, for a 6 y.o. – getting tons of popcorn rocked! LOL!
Caramel dumplings, something my mother made about twice a year, and which I have never seen mentioned anywhere since then. If I were to find that recipe, and make some today, I would eat the whole dish, becoming one very sick, but happy camper.
pretzels and pepsi.
dang. this is a hard question. my mind flips. nothing topped my grandma’s oatmeal cookies tho.
or her butterscotch cookies. or melting moments. auntie’s caaramel apples…
Hard to narrow down. Vividly remember getting to stop at Whataburger on the way home from trips to my grandmothers or when we went to Corpus. The chain started down there and and it was still really small and burgers were amazing and there were carhops. It’s a very bright mustard and dill pickle flavored memory.
Jell-O 1-2-3. Remember?
Root beer popsicles? Never heard of such a thing!
I remember fudgesicles being a hundred million times better than they are today. I don’t know what happened, but I feel sorry for kids today because absolutely NOTHING tastes as good as it used to. Cargill/Monsanto etc fucked everything up big time.
Ice cream from the ice cream truck in the summer. Particularly dreamsickles and strawberry shortcake icecream (on a stick).
I had totally forgotten about root beer popsicles!! I can still taste them. thanks.
Well, it USED to be Heath ice cream bars. And then one day my buddy found a $1 bill. As kids, we knew somebody would be asking what had happened to their buck–that was a fair amount of money for kids in 1958–so we decided to do the honorable thing, which was spend it as quickly as we could. Soooo, we beat feet down to the grocery store in our little village and after looking around decided to buy a box of Heath ice cream bars. Back then, a buck would get you 10 bars, which we took delivery of and headed down to our favorite haunt along the creek to eat them–five apiece. We did it, but by the fifth one, we were both looking a little green, and I’ve never been quite as fond of them since.
A, back in the day the grocery store had a ton of different Popsicle flavors, everything from banana to licorice, and they’d get a new flavor in just about every week during the summer. Rootbeer was, however, my all-time favorite. Nowadays, you have to be satisfied with boxes of multi-flavored ice pops that are pale imitations of the real things back when. I better wrap this up before I start complaining about whippersnappers and shit.
Mom’s tapioca pudding. One bowl warm, freshly made, then one cold later on that night. It’s still the best stuff ever.
A can of Vienna sausages. Probably made from the guts and waste products of cattle, but it supplied me with nutrients that I needed. Until I was 7, I was a dirt eater, my body demanded certain minerals and nutrients that my food did not provide. When I could pick up bottles by the side of the road and make enough money to buy a can, I did.
Barqs floats with vanilla ice cream, or sno-cones. Hot chocolate when it was cold out – the real kind, from cocoa and milk, not from a packet.
Lot of things from my childhood were good eatin’. Swordfish steak, before it became a neurotoxin that swims. My mother’s chili (which is, now, far too tame for my tastes–habaneros rule). English sherbet, which is not ice cream, but a tart, citrusy powder that came in a tube with a little wooden stick to dig it out of the tube. Oatmeal, chocolate chip and pecan cookies (ah, the days of wretched excess). Homemade ice cream made from cream given by cows that were a hundred yards away, long before the days of rBGH. Chocolate Ovaltine.
Root beer popsicles were Great! But most of the treats from my childhood were homemade. Ice cream, with us kids taking turns cranking the bucket until our arms ached, cookies, and especially my mom’s homemade caramel corn. She would rub a little shortning on the formica kitchen table, spread the popcorn out and pour the hot caramel over the popcorn and mix it together in a layer. After it hardened we kids got to break it up and feast.
Yeah I remember homemade ice cream!
Sadly (or perhaps fortunately) I was raised by parents who were health food fanatics. Mostly it was my dad, actually. But he and my mom read and followed every Adele Davis book out there (that name should tell you all how old I am). And my dad was a huge Linus Pauling fanatic. So the mantra when I was growing up was “sugar is poison!” and “here, have a Vitamin C!” So while I’m sure we ate treats growing up I don’t really remember them as a regular thing. When we did have treats we had to hide them. Like, I remember hiding Pop-Tarts from my dad.
One thing I remember, very fondly, was my mom making guacamole and eating chips & guac while watching the winter figure skating on TV. Since we lived in New Jersey when I was little guacamole was not that common in the 60s. Now winter time always makes me think of guacamole.
I just re-read this and I feel sorry for myself all over again. Maybe I’ll bake some cookies.
i was thinking homemade icecream. but only had it once. sigh.
Oh, yes, Jello 1-2-3! And butterscotch pudding (instant), with chocolate chips and sprinkles on top. (We called it the “pudding putting” game.) And flavor straws! And Fizzies!
Going to a swanky restaurant with my folks and being allowed to order shrimp cocktail, a Caesar salad, and French onion soup. With a Shirley Temple to drink, too. (Hi, liprap, I guess I’m Eloise too, and I get the Eloise reference! Still waiting for my trip to Moscow so I can brush my teeth with pear lemonade, though.)
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