Takin’ it back Old School
Grade School me saw an entirely different side of the world. We were poor–no ifs and or butts about this one. We were lucky if we stayed in one place long enough to make friends with the neighbor kids and even luckier if we could sit with the same kids we’d befriended earlier that year at lunch. There were definitely lots-o-lunches that comprised of naked, uncooked Ramen Noodles or baggies of Cereal, lol. Being poor did not afford us the luxury of any hot fluffy Eggs or golden drizzled Hot Cakes for Breakfast either. On Sundays (the Family’s special day), we’d be treated to Canned Beans, Canned Corn, with a heap of bright and yellow scrambled Eggs, made even prettier with a lacey drizzle of Ketchup. I’m not even the least bit resentful. I will tell anyone just how fond I am of this particular meal. I still crave it today: case in point
Ya know, that may just be where my affinity for the oh-so-humble Egg may have come from. Dirt cheap and an endless giver
…but for most Breakfasts, I remember eating a lot of Poptarts–most of the time cold bc Mom was adamant that to even the bus stop we should always make it a point to make it there earlier rather than later. Poptarts are just one of those things that takes me instantly back to childhood–like the Playdoh that we weren’t suppose to eat but did. So in an attempt to wrangle that nice and wonderful feeling and stick it in some dough, I present to you
Does anyone remember the Pop-Tart Cereal? Everyone thinks I’m makin’ it up, lol.
Teeny tiny Poptarts and Homemade Poptarts alike—Poptarts unnnnnitee!!!
LOL, I’m being way too kid silly right now.
Your Squishy Monster ^.^