On the heels of my canned corned beef post and in the spirit of continuing to share food-related memories, I offer the following:
When my son was about fourteen, I made an unusually-rich dessert; a peachy/whipped cream sort of thing. Best I recall, we split round cake layers (yellow), poured a little peach nectar over them, layered fresh peaches and whipped cream, then repeated. It was a huge hit.
It looked something like this picture on the left.
After dinner and our dessert, my husband and I ran out for an hour or so on an errand. When we returned, Son was laid out on the sofa holding his tummy, moaning.
“Mom,” he said. “Do not ever make that dessert again. I ate so much of it, I never want to see it again.”
Sure enough, when I went into the kitchen I found that a huge wedge of the leftover cake was missing, and Son was very sick later that night.
I thought about this today while in the store. seeing all the Halloween Candy on display. My son has asked that I not bring any candy corn or those little pumpkins made of the same sugary stuff into the house.
Well, I wouldn’t want that to happen, so we’ll skip the Halloween candy. We don’t have trick-or-treaters way out here in the country, anyway, so we don’t have an excuse to buy.
I have my own example of “peach-caking” food. As a child I used to love pretzels. I remember sneaking a bag of them while Mom was out in the back yard and sitting down to watch cartoons, unfettered in my enjoyment of them. They were the stick style, as I recall, not the curvy ones.
Later, when they came back up, I was ruined forever on pretzels—straight or curly. Now, fifty years later, I cannot stand the thought of eating one. I guess for me they’ve been peach-caked.
Have you peach-caked anything?
Lesson learned: Moderation is the best policy! C