The other night when I was down at Tater's helping her make some semblance of order out of the towers of boxes in her living room, Tater's oldest tot, TotOne, was still up running amuck and enjoying her new house. She asked her momma for a snack and Sis said she could go make something for herself. As I walked through I just over my shoulder said, "Hey, sister, make one for me while you're at it, k?" I really was joking, but before I knew it TotOne was asking me what "color" jelly I wanted.
She looked so proud of herself, sitting at the bar on a barstool just swingin' her short little legs, happily smearing peanut butter all over a slice of bread for her Aunt Kiki. She finished my sandwich - made with a heel because she doesn't like them - and then began work on hers. Hers was plain butter and boy howdy, does that kid love butter. I sat there watching her glob it all over her bread and was inwardly glad I didn't get a butter one, too. I also wondered how she'd react to me giving her a family-size tub of butter for Christmas. Tater walked through at one point, and saw me snickering at the amount of butter the child was using, and said, "Now you know why I buy light butter."
So there we sat, 32 years old and 7 years old, sitting on barstools swinging our short little legs, watching Jay Leno and eating our sandwiches. When I finished my snack, I leaned over and kissed her cheek and said, "Thank you, sweet girl. That was one of the best peanut butter and jelly sandwiches I've ever eaten. Will you come to my house tomorrow and make me lunch?" She grinned from ear to ear and said, "I hope I can! Mom? Can I?" Tater just patted her head and said, "You know what? No. Aunt Kiki can make her own sandwich tomorrow." We both answered with, "Awwwwwwwwwwwww!"
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What's with this butter thing? I can't even set it out on the table. My kids want to eat it with a spoon, or dip their fingers in when I'm not looking. Don't they get enough fat with all the fried grease in the corn dogs and popcorn chicken and tater tots? (Sorry, Tater, they're not cannibals--the SONIC tater tots.) They would rather have a butter-and-jelly sandwich than peanut butter-and-jelly.
Oh I totally used to eat butter sandwiches, and butter saltines, and butter on a spoon, and butter on a finger, and butter on a...
Sorry, I got a little woozy there.
I HEARTed butter. LOTS O' BUTTER!
Butter on crackers! THE ONLY REASON TO EAT GRANDMA'S SOUP!!!!
HillbillyMom-I am a bit compulsive about my butter - I can't STAND for there to be gouges in the surface. When my son makes toast on the weekends it nearly throws me into a panic attack with all the deep pits and holes and just general chaos in the butter bowl. Agh, someone help me.
My niece cannot walk by a tub of butter or an iced cake without sticking her little fingers in it. I've threatened to break her buttery little fingers before.
Kim-I LOVE butter on saltines!! When we were kids, we thought saltines were a food group all their own.
Mrs.Coach-Is Grandma's soup so bad that you have to chase it with butter crackers? Or is it just a Mrs. Coach thing?
Grandma's potato soup is excellant, her veggie soup is ok, her chili is awful so it depended on what soup we were having as to how many crackers it required! But mainly, I just liked them and she only broke out the crackers for soup. They were cheap, I never figured out why we could only have them with soup. Maybe she was a closet cracker consumer!
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