“I believe in red meat. I’ve often said: red meat and gin.”
It seems I get later and later but for good reasons. This morning it was a long library board meeting to choose officers. The length of the meeting had little to do with the election of unopposed officers. No, it was mimosas and pastries and conversation which kept us late.
I’m running out of adjectives to describe this gorgeous weather. It is in the mid-70’s and sunny with a breeze strong enough to swing the chimes. Tomorrow they’ll be downpours and over 3 inches of rain according to the weatherman. Not a single person is complaining. We need the rain, and we have had our share, more than our share, of beautiful fall days.
Where I grew up, we called it tonic. Down here they call it soda. By either name, we seldom had any in the house when I was a kid, ginger ale maybe for an occasional highball, my parents’ favorite drink when I was young, but nothing else. We drank milk, a combination of white milk and chocolate milk, both delivered by the milkman. My mother used to drink Tab until Diet Coke came along. My father was always a milk drinker. He loved a cold glass of milk with his Hydrox cookies or his Pilot crackers topped with butter. He’d be devastated now as both his favorites are no longer made. He’d probably start eating Saltines but never Oreos, maybe Newman-O’s which remind me of Hydrox. My dad was most particular about his snacks.
We called my mother the seagull because of what she ate. Leftovers were her favorite breakfast, and sometimes she ate them cold in a sandwich, including hot dogs cut in half and down the middle. She’d rummage in the fridge, pullout the covered dishes and build herself a sandwich. Cucumbers were a favorite topping. She was also a mayonnaise fan far more than a mustard fan. My mother liberally applied the condiment. Even with toast the butter was slathered. Grilled cheese, according to her, was best at its messiest.
I eat all sorts of foods and will try almost anything when I’m traveling. I think that’s the seagull in me.
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September 29, 2015 at 1:18 pm
Wonderful weather here too but in the mid 60’s intead and no wind at all. No rain in sight the nearest week and for that we’re all grateful, especially my work friends who also are farmers, it has been so wet that they haven’t started sowing yet.
My family was a milk family too and it was only when we visited my mormor that soda was avaliable. I always got a raspberry soda and an ice cream 🙂
I’m like Your mother was, leftovers are great and usually better cold and works perfect on a sandwich early in the morning :-)I’m not a fan of mustard but can’t say I use mayo at all to be honest 🙂 but if I had to chose it would be mayo 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer.
September 29, 2015 at 5:09 pm
Christer,
It is still warm even this late in the day. It was in the mid-70’s all day today. Here they’d be wishing for rain.
My grandmother too always had soda, and it was always bottles of root beer. She kept it in her kitchen closet.
You can be the Swedish seagull. Some foods taste better the next day, mostly Italian dishes where the flavors meld over time. I prefer mayo but some foods just don’t taste good with mayo.
Have a great evening!
September 29, 2015 at 2:09 pm
is there life on Mars ? Wouldn’t it be Hunky Dory (subliminal) if there was ? There’s water they exclaimed but not for the first time. So is there some great big gigantic Mars spider cruising around or even cooler something with antenna on its head ?
If its there, did Noah’s Ark make like a right hand turn at Mount Ararat and tell some of the riders to get off ?
September 29, 2015 at 5:11 pm
My Dear Hedley,
I suspect there is or has been life on Mars. Where there is there there is life. I’m opting for the antenna head. I saw the old B&W scifi movie about the spiders. It was a hard fought battle to do in the spiders.
How about unicorns? I wish he’d left off mosquitos.
September 29, 2015 at 9:25 pm
Hi Kat,
I shall have to check out the Newman-o’s to see if they are close to Hydrox. I miss Hydrox. Oreo’s just aren’t acceptable.
Leftovers for breakfast is something I do as well. It’s so much easier now to assemble a retrospective of previous meals and nuke the melange in a bowl. Some toast and iced coffee and I’m good to go.
No mayonnaise. Miracle Whip.
We didn’t have tonic very often growing up. It was usually milk. Zarex or Kool-Aid were beach or playground drinks. Friday nights my parents often took us to Kitty’s for pizza. They would drink beer and we would drink orangeade. It was wonderful.
When my nephews and niece were small, they came to Sunday dinner at Nana’s. They got “kid wine” in sturdy (and cheap) wine glasses. Kid wine was raspberry ginger ale. They loved that they could clink wine glasses with the adults. They are all in their early to mid twenties now and raspberry ginger ale is still referred to as kid wine.
It was warm, muggy and solidly cloudy up here all day.
Enjoy the evening.
September 29, 2015 at 10:13 pm
Hi Catyn,
I hope you’ll find the Newman-O’s acceptable. Start out with the vanilla sandwiches as I don’t like the chocolate as much though you may.
I do throw leftover veggies into omelets and meat if I have some. They are usually delicious.
We also did the Zarex and sometimes pitchers of lemonade, my favorite. At Kitty’s we were allowed tonic so that made it even more special.
It is much muggier now than it has been all day. I was out filling the bird feeders and got sweaty. Rain is definitely coming!
Have a great morning!
October 1, 2015 at 6:53 pm
Hi,Caryn.
I hope this makes your day as much as it did mine!
http://tinyurl.com/hydrox-cookies
October 1, 2015 at 6:59 pm
Jeff,
I’m excited and am passed this along to my sister, another Hydrox fan. Thanks!!!