certain freebies for her grandchildren. One of best, we thought at first, were big cans of Mama's cookies and large crunchy pretzel rods. These cookies and rods were in big canisters with snap-on/off lids. They were like the ubiquitous holiday popcorn cans. We would sit in the sunroom and dig into the tin while watching the limited "prime time" programs of the fifties. One, night, I stuck my chubby little hand into the cookie tin and felt something move. I
screamed and looked in the tin. It was a roach. Needless to say, we no longer accepted these
perks. It would be wrong.
An altogether better perk was that the aforementioned "Tuesday Ladies," as a gesture of
affection for my grandmother, would bake a huge coconut lamb-shaped cake for us every
Easter. The cake was not flat like the one's of today. This one sat up-right on a bed of green
coconut. It always sat on the the large dining room buffet until after Easter dinner, when
it was moved to its place of honor on the table. The features of the 3-dimensional lamb were
made of pink and black jelly beans
It was always sad to see grandma cut into the cake but it was the best lamb I ever ate.
No comments:
Post a Comment