I had tea and toast for dinner tonight. As I was buttering the toast I thought “Mmm – apple butter and cinnamon toast, that would hit the spot.” as I was typing that sentence I decided to look up apple butter in case there are people who have never heard of it and what popped up but the Musselman’s web site. That is exactly the brand my parents alway bought. More memories! I just bet there is no way in 47-hells that the stores around here carry it, but since tomorrow is grocery shopping day, I’m gonna look. Who’s taking odds I’ll find it?
Apple butter and cinnamon toast brought up another memory – white bread with butter and sugar sprinkled on top, the poor people’s dessert. We didn’t toast the bread, at least I don’t remember the bread being toasted. I do have to tell you the truth, this was probably not a favorite of mine since I never really cared for butter or sugar. But I guess if you’re craving sweets and you can’t afford to buy them, it will do.
I’ve always said that if you’re going to be poor, then it’s good to be Italian – so many ways to make macaroni. There were a few years, when I was growing up, when money was tight and we didn’t see meat for months on end but there was pasta fagioli (you might know it phonetically as pasta fazool). Google says it’s a soup, I don’t remember it as being all that soupy but it wasn’t like a thick stew either. Cannellini beans and ditalini (that was the kind of macaroni you use – all macaroni has it very own name). I don’t remember what all else went in to it, and I refuse to look at the recipes on line because I know that’s not what my parents made…
That’s why, aside from pizza, I don’t like eating in Italian restaurants – it’s not like what I grew up with. One time my IBM (Italian By Marriage) husband was in a restaurant with his family and ordered tortellini with pesto. They bring him a dish of tortellini with some white sauce on it. My husband is all – “What is this? I ordered pesto? This isn’t pesto, pesto is green, pesto is made with basil, this is just plain white sauce” and his family is all “Shush, just eat it. Don’t make a fuss, what’s the difference?” The waitress got all flustered and said “We used to make real pesto but the customers didn’t like the color.” Oy!
I’m gonna dream about apple butter and cinnamon toast tonight.