Not to the President that was serving and leading our country at the time, nor the latest White House scandal.
I thought Reagan was cute, and I think that was the extent of my interest at the time.
We spent a lot of time at my grandparents farm, which, naturally, is where we ate a lot of food.
Really, I have a hard time remembering any memory without food. Is that a bad sign??
I like to think of it more as a comforting reality that we were always enjoying ourselves. Either that or I have food issues. Regardless. At the farm, I don't remember getting fired up over what law had just been passed, I remember that we were typically up in arms over who answered first on Wheel of Fortune or The Price Is Right, because our mouths were stuffed with piping hot nachos, or fudge or Texas Trash.
So the other day when I was feeling nostalgic, which is pretty much every day, I realized that I was craving this delicious dessert that my Granny would make for special occasions.
Which I think was any time we asked for it.
Food = Love. Again with the food issues. Great.
This dish was the perfect combination of crunch and fluff, rich yet light, and reminded me of being on the farm and our parents constantly reminding all of us kids to "stop playing in the red dirt and oil because that mess stains and we'll have to scrub your skin off!!". We never listened. We also believed in running around outside naked and my Granny believed in proper exfoliation.
I called Granny the other day and asked her to tell me how she made that "green stuff with the marshmallows", and she shared her secret with me after all these years!!!! Our political views may be a mute point, but by gosh we love sharing our recipes. I have gleaned another treasure!
I then go to the grocery store, pick up the necessary ingredients, and whip it up at home. Ben could tell by the smile on my face that I was really excited to eat dessert that night. Which is no different than any other night, but let's not get off track here.
So I then start cleaning up - which is the point where my world comes crashing down.
Surely.
This cannot be happening.
There's got to be some mistake. Either that or my grandmother is rich because she sold her secret recipe to Kraft Foods.
See this?
On the side of this box is a recipe.
It is called Watergate Salad.
And I am still coming to terms with the fact that the whole world knows and has access to this recipe that is so near and dear to my heart. I feel clueless and stupid. Shamed. A cloak was over my eyes. How could this have happened?!?!
Not that Granny ever said it was her recipe. She just never mentioned where she got it. Or maybe she didn't get it off the box. Maybe someone gave it to her, and she has no idea that it's all a sham?? The horror.
I emotionally regathered myself after this revelation, and licked my wounds by eating three servings of the stuff.
And I have no idea why it is called Watergate. There's a story, according to Google, but I haven't been able to bring myself to read it yet.
I just don't know what to believe any more.
But you should go make the dessert anyway. And then ask yourself; what do you believe??
xox dae
2 comments:
We definitely ate this at my grandmother's house, too and now my mom makes it. Being anti-marshmallow, it was never one I picked up (but I do have the recipe written in my grandmother's handwriting)!
:-) there is definitely a writer somewhere in your gene pool
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