My favorite after-school snack was peanut butter (always Jif, not sure why) on saltines with a cup of hot applesauce with cinnamon red-hots stirred in. Milk with Hershey syrup (the kind that came in the can) stirred in. Careful not to over-stir, lest you lose out on the thick goo of syrup at the bottom of the glass.
*Or maybe it was Peter Pan?
We always had “cinnamon curls” made of pie dough scraps when my mom made pies. Take a pie roll scrap (about 2" long) and cut it into a triangle. Butter it and sprinkle with cinnamon and sugar, roll it up like a crescent roll and bake it in the oven until it’s somewhere between “set” and “brown.”
I remember the 1st time we had Swanson’s TV dinners. My sisters and i picked up our trays and headed for the living room to watch TV while we ate. No way! says Mom. We thought that was the whole point of “TV” dinners. Talk about disappointment.
Wow, of all the stuff I ate when I was a kid in the 60s. I guess I’ll go with TV dinners. They were actually space age or something (the things you imagine) and I thought they were a treat. Banquet or Swansons and maybe somebody else I’m not remembering. In those aluminum trays.
Youse guys are driving me crazy with your memories.
I haven’t had most of the ones I remember in years.
Mock chicken legs were my absolute favorite hot lunch during high school. The only one I would ever eat because the burgers, spaghetti, etc. were awful. But mock chicken leg day was a special day. Nobody at our table brought lunch from home that day.
Dad used to make us breakfast sometimes. A slice of American on white bread thrown in under the broiler and forgotten about until you could smell the edges of the bread getting burned. The cheese would have a big black bubble. Cut off the edges and eat the remaining mushy bread with crunchy cheese. So good.
I wish I had those two ingredients in the house now!
URK! I’m 66 yrs old now / soon to add another year …
And I’m going to eat some giant Chef Boy-Ar-Dee sausage raviolis.
Madness. :eek:
Try it on english muffins - for some odd reason the nanny we had would make this for my brother and I as a snack occasionally. About the only use she had for Kraft slices.
I want my maypo!
Well, aren’t you fancy!
Real Kraft cheese on English muffins. We got the muffins for making “pizza” once in a while, but never Kraft singles. Mom worked at the grocery store and knew the lowest priced brand of everything.
We hardly ever even got the plastic-wrapped singles, which were essential for cheese toast. They broiled up tasting like we had left the plastic on them.
next time I buy Land o Lakes American for grilled cheese I’ll try it on a muffin.
ETA: mmmmm, grape Tang. Good stuff. Even if they made it now, it would never be the same.
Better yet, toast the English muffins and butter them. Then add Vegemite. Then add cheese and put them under the broiler until the cheese is melty, bubbly, and darkening.
My mother used to make spaghetti & meatballs that I still try to capture the taste of today.
The pasta was just normal spaghetti cooked up as per the directions but the meatballs were these fist-sized things made out of beef mince with some spices (I know oregano was in there - no idea what else). She cooked them in a heavy cast-iron electric frypan with some oil until they had a crispy dark brown shell.
Once they were done she would take them out of the pan and add Fountain brand (other Aussies would know this stuff) tomato sauce - the type that came in the tall glass bottle.
The tomato sauce would mix with the drippings from the meatballs and all the little blackened and tasty burnt bits of mince from frying and make this amazing tasting tangy sauce.
Garlic, certainly. Minced onions and basil, for sure. If I were making it, I’d add some parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, plus some red pepper flakes. I’d also brown the meatballs in a little extra-virgin olive oil. :o
Big-ass, sour sweet cucumber pickles from the fish stand. A regular treat whenever we were at the beach.
Apparentlyaround the 1900’s dill pickles and candy from a vendor cart were* the* school lunch snack.
In the Netherlands, there’s this traditon of deep-fried snacks at home. We didn’t have a deep fryer, but it was the height of festivity to get a deepfried snack at somebodies home.
Anyone else remember Appian Way pizza kits? There was a tiny can of tomato paste, and an envelope of some flour mixture. Add water, stir, let it rise for a few minutes and Voila! Pizza dough! Garnish with sliced American cheese. Yummy.
Tuna croquettes with ketchup.
My favorite school lunch was cabbage burgers, like you can get from Runza if you can find one close by.
That was what we used.
Yep. The candy store by us used to sell packets of Funny Face just because kids liked to eat it.
We’d let the liquid cool just a bit and then drink it! So sweet. Made Kool Aid seem like diet soda. Our we’d pour it into popsicle molds and freeze it. Made a weird pop. in its proper form I can’t stand Jello.
When I was really, really little and I heard commercials for this I thought his name was Artie and his job was being a chef boy, hence “chef boy Artie”. :smack:
My favorite was Chinese Cherry, and screw the PC crowd!
The mention upthread of a Dad making breakfast reminded me of this incident:
Mom was the one who usually got me ready for school and made my usual weekday breakfast of cereal, toast, and hot chocolate. One day, she was under the weather, so Dad filled in. But . . .CRISIS!! . . .we were out of cereal! What to do? “We’ll invent something,” said my Dad.
He mixed up the hot chocolate and set in on the stove to heat (yeah, no microwaves back then), then got out a box of saltine crackers and some butter. We spread butter on the crackers, put them together like butter sandwiches, then I was allowed to crush them all together in a bowl. It was very messy, and, being about seven years old at the time, I thought it was great fun.
The next step was pouring part of the hot cocoa over the buttered crackers. I ate that mess, and I liked it – liked it well enough to have it again and again.
My tastes have changed. I tried making buttered cracker “cereal” a while back, and thought it was dreadful.
My after school snacks in grammar school were either white bread and oleo, sprinkled with sugar, or white bread with a healthy layer of Miracle Whip, topped with a slice of American cheese.
My mother was an excellent cook and didn’t force us to eat anything weird, except lamb stew. I told her I would throw up if I ate it, and I threw up. Dinner then was a PBJ (always Skippy) and a glass of chocolate milk (with Hershey’s syrup from the can, as another poster mentioned). We rarely had dessert, maybe ice cream as a before bed snack. However, her cookie choices were awful: Salerno butter cookies, coconut bars, and windmills.
