My brother makes them for me whenever I visit. I think we just call them Egg in the Hole.
I remember that. I haven’t seen snow clean enough for this since I was a kid, though
When I was a kid, my favorite used to be an open faced American cheese sandwich, topped with chopped up bologna and ketchup, toasted until browned. Every now and then I’ll make one and they ARENT anywhere near as good as I remember.
Then I think about the time when I was 8 that my parents had houseguests and I made lunch for everyone. I made and served these and they all ate it and praised it and thanked me. My parents had unbelievably nice friends.
My mother made something she called “sludge”–Heat a can of soup with 1/2 can of water to boiling, and then add instant mashed potato flakes until it looks sludgey I find a can of Progresso of Campbell’s Chunky soup with 1/2 can of water and a 4 serving envelope of mashed potato flakes works fine.
We had snow that clean in Minneapolis when I was a kid. I wouldn’t eat it today, though, now that the population of the city has at least quadrupled, with all the attendant pollution.
I wouldn’t eat the snow in Toronto either, even though I live in Scarborough, which is far from the city centre. And definitely not in Moscow, where the pollution is horrendous.
I lived for a time in northern Indiana (outside de Mott) back in the '70s. Out in the country, I might have given it a shot. Not sure I would now, though.
My mother used to make us sugar sandwiches - take a slice of white bread, buttered, and sprinkle over a couple of teaspoons of white sugar. Fold in half and eat!
I’ve got one that will probably sound a little weird. I don’t know if it has a name, but if it does, it might be a “pear coffer”. Canned pear halves, with the hollow where the core was removed filled with Miracle Whip dressing, topped with grated cheddar cheese. Sweet and juicy, then tart and creamy, then sharp and firm. My mother used it as a quick and easy summer side dish, and I still make them every now and then. (Not often, though, because I usually don’t keep the dressing around–aside from this one dish, I don’t care for it much anymore.)
when I was in grade school, I spent a week out in the country at my aunt’s house. Her daughter is about a year or so older than I. She made me a peanut butter and yellow mustard sandwich. It was delicious, and I have been eating them ever since. I had one for lunch this afternoon. A couple of years ago, I ran into my cousin at a library. We had a nice visit over coffee and I told her that I still enjoyed the peanut butter and mustard sandwich. She laughed and told me that she came up with that as the grossest possible sandwich and fed it to me as a trick. No matter. I still love my sandwich.
ETA: That summer that I spent in the country was at least fifty five years ago…
WOW! I’ve never heard of half of these “treats”! I never thought of putting chocolate on toast. Might give that a try. I suppose it wouldn’t be much different than Nutella.
I thought of another one. I don’t have it often anymore, but it was something my grandma would fix for me all of the time. We called it “Mushed Up Graham Crackers”. Warm some milk and then mush up graham crackers to the consistency of oatmeal. I can smell it and taste it now…mmm mmm mmm
When I was in fifth or sixth grade, I used to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (always with Welch’s grape jelly and Wonder bread), smush them into a tall glass, and fill it to the brim with cold milk. Then I’d eat the sandwich with a spoon.
When I was a little kid and my mother would have to take me to the store, be it the supermarket or the fabric store or whatever, she’d put me into the cart seat and hand me two Chinese candies from her purse: a roll of haw flakes and a mui (a salted, candied plum). They kept me busy while she shopped; the haw flakes are wrapped in many layers of paper and are a stack of about two dozen little quarter-sized discs, and the mui is sort of sticky and a bit challenging to eat with baby teeth. To this day I still take a roll of haw flakes and a mui shopping with me.
I’ve tried giving them to my nieces and nephews, but they don’t like them, they’re too American (the kids, not the treats).
Hey, you cheated. You’ve got to use real Buddig meats and generic bread. My mom made those, too, but with mustard. (I hate mayo/miracle whip/dressing). She worried about the sandwiches sitting all morning in a locker, so she’d make all five sandwiches on Sunday night and freeze them. There is nothing on this earth like the taste of a damp white bread sandwich with about four slices of Carl Buddig ham. I still buy the stuff on occasion, but I use a full serving and as god as my witness, I will never eat another defrosted sandwich again.
Most of these are foreign to me. In my house, you ate what the grownups ate. There was no “kid” food.
