Memories are a powerful thing. Sometimes they come at you full force. Sometimes they creep in, like a little scent, wafting its way to your nose. Sometimes you don’t even remember something until something else triggers it, and all the sudden it comes rushing back. If you don’t know by now, I’m big on memories. Creating them. Remembering them. Preserving them.
Awhile back, a few months ago, I came across a recipe for Ranch Oyster Crackers.  All the sudden, I remembered having them when I was a kid. My mom must have made them for us, but I had completely forgotten all about them until I came across a recipe for them.
Tonight, we opted to skip dinner. I’m spent. Beyond spent. Nobody was hungry. We snacked on things that we foraged from the refrigerator. Everyone was happy. And with the extra time, we made the Ranch Oyster Crackers. After they came out of the oven and cooled off, Nick couldn’t shovel them into his mouth fast enough.
“This is like what Grandpa Pedro used to make.” Grandpa Pedro is The Ex’s dad who passed away a few years ago. This was the first time Nick mentioned him ever making these crackers.
“Really?”
“Yes, he used to put garlic in it when he made it. Did you do that too?”
“Yes, I did.”
“So good, Mom, so good.”
“Are you sure he made these?”
“Pretty sure.”
We’ll have to check with The Ex and The Sister-in-Law, but if Nick’s right, I love that a fun little, easy snack brought back happy memories for both of us.
Project 365
May 13, 2010, Photo #93 and #94
The commentary behind the scenes for this picture is not good. The picture is titled Monkey on the Loose. Can you guess why? So tonight, a neighbor stopped by for a bit, and we’re sitting in the playroom while the kids played. Madeline darted off to get her favorite pink puppy (a gift from her big brother on Valentine’s Day, darn it if that thing doesn’t go everywhere with us), and when she came back, she didn’t have the puppy, but she had a mouth full of something white. Little devil.
Nick had spent the day out with a friend today (school was closed), and it was his friends’ sister’s birthday, so I made cupcakes for her for when they got back. I usually leave a bunch unfrosted, so they’re less messy and less sugary for Madeline and her other little friends. Apparently Miss Madeline is on to my little tricks and she was having none of that. When she went off to get her puppy, she must have spied the bowl of frosting in the kitchen. She pulled her little chair over to the counter and helped herself. Below, more evidence. Little crumbs as she stuck her unfrosted cupcake into the frosting bowl. Little stinker.
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