Cracker Butter Honey, Part Deux
Jun 20th, 2008 by Marilyn
Yeah, I can go on and on about Paris and the Parisians and Parisian Pooches, but you know what? France still won’t provide me with good Saltines. There was a request for pictures from the Paris flea market, and since that outing ended in the cookbook that got away, I’m working on one tragic story behind the scenes.
In the meantime, let’s play Cracker Butter Honey.
Long-time readers – um, all three of you – may remember that we’ve played this game before. But when I moved the blog, the comments disappeared, and no comment loss depressed me more than the missing chatter from Cracker Butter Honey. I recall a huge number of crazy snack creations including some form of toast - and any excuse to see Renovation Therapy Jean’s yummy Banana Toast Tutorial is a good one.
Let’s refresh the idea: for me, saltines, butter and drizzled honey, no – golden, puddled honey – is a snack I can’t live without. It’s crunchy, creamy, salty and goofy, but it’s all mine.
It takes a farmer’s market worth of Lawrence honey – and maybe a small dairy farm of butter-producing cows – to make me happy. What snack – established, outrageous or just plain odd – can you not live without?
Coffee.
Oh, I know, that’s not technically a snack. But it’s what I’ve got.
This would not be considered a snack but something I enjoy immensely when I open a bag of brown sugar, I look through it for the hardened dark brown lumps of sugar. Those little pieces are quite heavenly to me! Isn’t that funny? When I find an extra large lump of it I get very happy.
I haven’t made banana toast in weeks. YUM. I’m currently eating a steak, provolone & mushrooms sandwich from Balthazar’s take out window. I felt the need to spoil myself after visiting the 7th circle of hell. That’s right. DMV.
Another favorite snack involves sliced bananas mixed with sour cream and brown sugar. Heavenly.
OK Wheat crackers, tomato paste and green olives. I know, weird but oh so very good!
The “I’m hungry but it’s not mealtime” standbys are cereal, or a grilled cheese sandwich (with or without tomato), or pasta with butter, a touch of grated cheese and a little salt.
In the summers, I love eating garden fresh tomatoes, again with a little salt.
Bread and butter pickle slices, straight out of the jar.
And, the pregnancy feature of the year: a can of peaches. Straight out of the can, no holds barred, get-me-the-vitamin-C food at its best.
Jo – My Mom said that she ate rotten peaches ALL DAY long when she was pregnant for me. Funny, I kinda don’t like peaches…hmmm…
toast.
butter.
brown sugar.
crushed pineapple.
Diet Coke and pizza rolls! Sad but true! I’m sure my cardiologist loves me…….although, it used to be an “every single night” snack and we’ve got that down to about once a week!
YUMMY!
Best DIY snack to sneak into the movies: fill a ziploc bag with Kashi cereal mixed with chocolate chips. Hide in purse. Fiber, chocolate, and it costs less than the $4.25 Junior Mints.
Grapes and Wheat Thins. Can’t explain it.
whole wheat toast + whole foods honey roasted peanut butter + honey = bliss
Peanut butter and jelly with bacon sandwich. Or PB and honey with bacon. Salty and sweet. Not really a snack, usually eaten at lunch. My dad made them for me growing up and I loved them. Never realized it was strange until I made one at the cafeteria in college and my friends just looked at me with their jaws on the table.
Ooh, PB + honey + bacon. I’m sure I used to make that from an A.A. Milne cookbook, a la Winnie the Pooh, when I was little – seriously.
I knew the peanut butter snackers would show up. My sister used to open a jar of Jif, mix in Rold Gold pretzels, chocolate chips and M & M’s, then eat with a spoon. Now that was some hardcore snacking.
My can’t-live-without obsessions seem to come and go, but your saltines story brought back vivid memories of a favorite snack I used to make with my girlhood friends in elementary school. We called them famous pickle sandwiches and they stacked up like this: saltine, cheddar cheese, bread-and-butter pickle slice, saltine. Voilà.
I remembered one!
I used to do this, whenever we had leftover frosting in a can (chocolate only, please!):
Get spoon, scoop out some frosting. Put spoon with frosting in an ice-cold glass of milk. Remove spoon from milk when cold, put in mouth and let the top cold layer melt off. Put spoon back in glass until cold; repeat until frosting is gone. Refill spoon; repeat ad cupiditatem.
RT, I wouldn’t like peaches either, if my mom had eaten rotten ones. As it is, she drank chocolate milk and ate bananas. And drank banana milk shakes, and similar. Guess who has a sweet tooth?
I love cheese and crackers — good cheese, like Havarti or something similar, although when I was pregnant a hunk of colby jack with chocolate frosting smeared on top was heaven!