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A Twinkie, a Twinkie, is it Really Food At All?

A photo from WikiCommons by Larry D. Moore in happier days. 2005.

So, does the image from WikiCommons by Larry Moore make me hungry? It’s been years since I ate a Twinkie, and really, I am not sure I have missed them much.

The Twinkie may be pulled from the brink. In the first place, if Hostess did go belly up, someone else might buy the recipe. In the second place, today it was announced that management and the union have, at the urging of a bankruptcy judge, agreed to mediation.

Well, I hope some of the 18,000 jobs can be saved. But I’m not going to write about the labor dispute. Instead, Twinkies at the brink made me think of food I enjoyed in my youth, some of which I miss, some of which now any makes me think “what was I thinking.”

What are some examples of kid chow I enjoyed that seems to have faded from my life?

  • A slab of beef baked with Lipton Onion soup on top. I don’t know what cut of beef my mother used and I haven’t ever bought a packet of that soup, but this would be one food that I would willingly sample again.
  • An English Muffin pizza. Made with ketchup and Velveeta. A truly terrible idea, then and now. No thank you.
  • Instant mash potatoes, sometimes made with cottage cheese. OK, the potatoes alone are inferior to real mashed potatoes, but the mix with cottage cheese might be tempting.
  • Thin corned beef and a dill pickle. Wrapped up with horseradish sauce. OK, I think it would be good, even today.
  • Fried bologna with a fried egg. Sounds disgusting. Looks disgusting. Filled with fat calories. And yes, as I type this, I hate to admit it, but I’m feeling hungry.
  • Hoot and holler whiskey cake. A kind of fruitcake without the dried fruit, marinated daily with whisky. Since the whiskey is added after baking and soaks into the cake, I’m not sure the results were legal to be fed to me when it was fed to me. I’m willing to try it again.

Anyway, I won’t be too worried whether Twinkies are around or not. And by the way, I checked, they are not some strange chemical concoction that isn’t baked—they are fairly bland, chemical laden baked cakes. Which, honestly, I don’t really miss at all. The Velveeta pizza of dessert.

What foods of your youth do you wonder about now?


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Final Report From Norwich, Rhymes with Porridge

Our hgosts.

The Moscous. Guess who's coming to dinner?

Which we had with nuts and raisins and bananas, courtesy of Matt one morning.

We’ve had a wonderful visit to the UK, although we are looking forward to being home.

Thanks Amanda, Matt, Lizzie and Juliet for a wonderful Norwich holiday. We’ve been to Europe and have decided it’s a friendly place we would like to come back to. Having a daughter and her family here is a major reason why, of course.

It was my get-acquainted time with Juliet, and she is a charming little baby. As Amanda notes, her personality doesn’t really come through on Skype, which she seems to recognize as a camera and gives her deer-in-the-headlights DMV look. In person, she laughs and grabs and kisses and babbles and squeals and in general is a fun kid. Although comparisons are not always fair and she is both younger and heftier, in happy personality, this little bundle of joy reminds me of her happy and mellow cousin Amelia.

What to say about Lizzie? Well, we loved our time with her. She is a cute, bubbly bundle of energy, a firecracker wrapped in TNT. As Audrey says, she can go from 0 to 60 faster than the fastest Jaguar. Over 95 percent or more of the time, she’s great to be around, to read to and play with. Less than 5 percent of the time, her eyes glaze over and the 2-year-old demon takes over – milk gets spilled, biting or kicking happens. The ratio is right, and any 2 year old will be a 2 year old. Miss Lizzie, despite any bumps or bruises or sometimes challenged eardrums, we will miss you.

And Amanda, it was lovely to spend a week with you. Lets do it again.

Matt, you were gone for a time to Wales, but fun to have around. I’m looking forward to sharing some Italian wine, courtesy of your kind neighbor, in a few minutes.

We’re glad we came. Y’all come see us again, and we’ll try to come see you again, too.

Anyway, on to other topic. A very important one, which Italian wine brought to mind:

What we ate in Norwich.

A lot of good stuff. Although most days began with cereal or toast, there were several fancier breakfasts, too. The previously mentioned, porridge was good, as was the “British” breakfast Amanda made today: beans, an egg, toast, British bacon, and mushrooms cooked with potatoes. Yum.

British breafkast.

British breakfast: The canned beans are not American pork and beans. They have a mild tomato flavor, and worked well for breakfast.

Overall, the food was mostly homemade and mostly grand. Although I suffered for it a bit due to a sudden veggie overload, I really liked the Indian feast Amanda made one night. I liked just about everything she made, including a bake of cabbage, potatoes and leftover lunch ham and some excellent mac and cheese made with yogurt and sharp cheddar.  We even had borscht for the first time and liked it.

And, of course, discovered the absolute, artery-clogging delight known as sticky toffee pudding.

And we had an excellent roast chicken feast one night.

We also had a very nice lunch at a pub, and a great Friday night fish and chips feast that Matt picked up as take away.

UEA lunch

Lunch at University of East Anglia art gallery cafe. I had the pasta. I think I won.

The cafe at UEA serves a nice lunch that we enjoyed. Several lunches were picnics with PBJs, and to be honest, Americans know a lot more about peanut butter than the Brits. Still, they were meals that worked for quick picnics.

Amanda taught me the banana peanut butter and Nutella hot dog. Yum.

Amanda and Matt belong to a local farm’s veggie program, and get weekly packets. It forces Amanda to be creative to use them up, hence a cauliflower curry that was part of the Indian feast. It also meant we ate many healthy, fresh veggie dishes. Between the diet and the walking, Audrey and I feel we are arriving back in Iowa lighter and healthier than when we left, if maybe a bit more tired.

Really, there were no lows about eating in Norwich. Both Amanda and Matt are excellent cooks, and we enjoyed their talents.

So, if you have the chance to say at Moscou Place in Norwich, I highly recommend it. Bon apetit!

Pub lunch.

My pub lunch Thursday. It was good but Audrey ordered fish and chips and won.

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Feeding Grandkids and Birds and Squirrels


The end of winter. The edge of the snow glacier receding on the rock wall by my front yard. Snow lasts longer here on the north side of the house, but is clearly on the retreat. What has this to do with food? We'll get there.

The order–grandkids then birds then squirrels–has something to do with importance and responsibility.

I babysat three grandchildren Saturday night for 2 ½ hours. Amelia is 6 months, Tristan 2 ½ and Nikayla 3, but soon to be 4.

I had to feed them supper. Then, today, I loaded up birdfeeders in my backyard, intended for birds, but often visited by the common tree rat of Iowa, the brown squirrel.


Lunchtime for birds this afternoon after the feeders were filled.

The grandkids were pretty easy to feed. I popped a frozen pizza in the oven just before they arrived and convinced them to hang out in the living room for just a minute as I popped it out.

They wanted a “picnic,” which to them means eating at a plastic picnic table rather than the dining room table, and who and I to argue? So I gave the two older ones towels and the three of use trooped out to the deck to wipe off the picnic table before I dragged it inside.

So we wiped and then I dragged and then they sat and enjoyed some applesauce as the pizza cooled. I cut up a piece for Tristan, but Nikayla refused to have her pizza subdivided. So I just warned her to be careful, gave it to her whole, and told her to take a quick swig of her milk should a bite prove too hot.

Lest you worry, blog fans, no, I was not taking much of a risk—I had allowed the pizza to cool for a good 10 minutes. It was by then warm and pleasant but no longer burning hot—but I issued the warning because tomato sauce insulated by cheese and crust can sometimes retain a hot spot.

Anyway, Mr. T, it turned out, was both very possessive of applesauce, and not hungry for it. Nikayla ended up eating probably 2 ½ servings to his symbolic lick. And when I gave him his neatly divided piece of pizza, he ate all the cheese and pepperoni off until he had bare crust and then asked, “more pizza?”

Well, I’m not a member of the “clean plate” club, especially where a 2 year old is concerned. I figure my job is to offer a variety of nourishing foods. His job is to eat what he wants. A tot’s taste preferences and appetite bounce around so much that insisting he eat a certain amount would be to set up pointless mealtime battles.

So I gave him more. Didn’t bother to cut it up, it had cooled more by this time and he was only going to pick off the toppings anyway.

Meanwhile, as I stood in the kitchen and wolfed down frozen pizza, I also opened a container of sweet potato baby food, mixed a bit of rice cereal in, and fed the peanut.

She is a petite little eating machine. I wonder if she inherited the same crazy metabolism that her older brother has. His picky pizza eating was a bit atypical—usually, Tristan eats it all. Little Miss Amelia scrunched her face up and had an unpleasant look, the kind of face we make when we smell a skunk. That odd-looking bad-smell face, however, is her “I like this food” look, and she downed the whole container, then snacked on toddler food Puffs like a little monster.

Did I mention that both she and her brother are thin little things? Amelia is all head with a tiny, tiny little body. She’s not unusually short for a 6-month-old, but she is petite of build. Her brother has massive upper body strength but not a body-builders physique—he’s lean and lithe, probably because he burns off all the food he eats. He’s either sitting still or in full-flight running mode, and he runs more than he sits.

Anyway, Audrey watched them overnight Thursday and reports that there was only one “incident.” She went to fill the birdfeeders on the decks, and noticed Tristan by the door, watching her, bawling his little eyes out.

All she could get out of him was a tearful “feed … birds.” But when she brought him out and let him help her fill the feeders, he calmed right down.

He just wanted to help feed the birds. Whenever he’s around, if someone is doing something outside, he wants to be a part of it.

Well, I fed the birds today. They probably don’t need it. The snow cover is pretty much gone and flowers are already sprouting. No doubt last year’s natural seeds are plentiful for our little flying dinosaurs to snack upon, but we feed them so we can watch them.

And we get squirrels, too.

I don’t hate squirrels, they are cute to watch. But I don’t love them, either. Birds are cuter and don’t try to dig up my gardens. Squirrels cause less harm than bunnies, but they aren’t benign, to a gardener. They are diggers and eaters of bulbs.

Squirrel damage.

Squirrel damage--the rodents often knock the perches off of one feeder trying to get at the seeds. Very annoying.

Well, I feed the grandkids to try to keep them happy and help them grow. I feed the birds to make me happy—just so I can watch them. And I don’t fight with either about what they eat.

Weird weather

Flowers in back gardens seem freaky early on Feb. 5. By the way, sorry, no grandkid photos--I snapped a few, but did not realize I had left the SD card in the computer rather than the camera ...

Flower buds

Final image--shady ground cover in back already seems to have this year's flower buds ready for a warm day to bloom. Hold back little plants--it may look like March in the gardens, but it's not.


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Mac and cheese–One Topic of Guest Post.

So, Dad said if I type something then I can be a guest blogger on his super awesome blog. So that’s what I’m doing.

What do I want to blog about? Gosh, I don’t know. I don’t really have many thoughts that NEED to be shared in cyber space. Most of my thoughts are pretty simple, things like “Guacamole rocks.”

Speaking  of Guacamole (note the capital G. We capitalize awesome things. Little known rule of English grammar) Ben totally made Guacamole today for Padre and I. It was pretty delicious. However, we first forgot the garlic, and once added, it was much better. Of course when we missed the garlic, it prompted Ben to begin reciting an old story I once told beginning with “Once? There was this time? When we were making cookies?” Why can’t stories ever die in this family?

Speaking of family, I can’t wait for Thanksgiving. It may be my very favorite holiday of the year. Lots of delicious food and rocking family time without the stress of buying presents.

Speaking of presents, Christmas is just around the corner. I really need to get going on my shopping. I have some ideas, but haven’t really started looking for them yet.

Speaking of looking, I can totally see Ben looking at me right now.  Then he went back to reading.

Speaking of reading, I haven’t really had time to do that much lately. Except people’s blogs.

Tastes great, as does cheap store brand. Joe had it today with salsa!


This was totally a stream of consciousness. It is not awesome. I’ll have Dad give me some topics.

Okay, he gave me some topics, but I did not like any of them. Here is an example:

Topic: Guilty Pleasures in Food.

Everyone has guilty pleasures. Take my father for instance. He likes to eat Kraft Mac N’ cheese. Gross. Also, he likes to listen to Pink, Lady Gaga, and Katy Perry. But this is about food.

And then I draw a blank. Nothing more to say. Oh well.

I guess I’ll be done.


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November 20, 2011 · 5:13 pm