Friday, May 22, 2015
We moved into a three family house. My parents lived upstairs. My husband and son and I lived in the front half of the downstairs. A Mexican family lived in the back half.
One day I took my son for an outing. When we came back the children of the family living in the back were playing on the porch. I greeted them and we talked for a while.
I noticed the snacks they were eating and I felt so sorry for them. They were eating tortillas with butter on them. I went inside to put the baby down for a nap.
Suddenly I realized that I was feeling sorry for those children and I was wrong, wrong, wrong. I'll bet tortillas and butter were a treat for them. I began to remember some of the things we ate when I was a child.
Our favorite treat was bread and sugar. We pressed a slice of bread onto a plate with sugar on it. Then we ate it. On the farm we would catch a little cream from the separator then sprinkle sugar over that. It was like adding icing to it. It was the best treat ever.
We often made cinnamon toast too. We spread a bit of butter on the bread then covered it with a mixture of cinnamon and sugar. That was placed under the flame in the broiler of the stove. Once it bubbled and looked toasted it was done.
When you bake a pie there are little scraps of dough form the crust left over. Mom would take those and sprinkle them with cinnamon and sugar. She placed them on a cookie sheet and put them in the oven for just long enough to crisp up the dough. She called them kiddie cookies. I made them for my children too.
A special treat was graham crackers and frosting sandwiches. Mom hated making them because of course there were no cans of frosting like we have now. She would make frosting then spread it on graham crackers. Another graham cracker placed on top of the frosting made a sandwich. They had to set for a few minutes so the frosting would not flow all over as we ate them. They were a lot of work to make back then. I still make them once in a while but I use canned frosting because I am lazy.
The Mexican family would most likely have been appalled at our bread and sugar. Mothers use what they have to make a treat for their children to hold them until supper. And to be honest my own children prefer the buttered tortillas to the treats I loved as a child.