It’s no secret that I love dessert. (Like this or this). I come by it naturally. Three women in my family are really to blame for this. After all, when you eat dessert, you must never blame yourself.
My mom almost always had something planned for dessert when I was growing up. . . and you couldn’t have dessert until after you ate the rest of your meal. This meant that dessert was extra special. I often wonder if that’s part of our love affair with desserts. Many child development experts say that you should serve dessert along with the rest of the meal and I have to agree. . . dessert changes when it’s not as extra special.
And where in the rules does it say you can’t eat dessert first? As long as you eat the rest of your meal, what difference does it really make?
Last night, my raising rubbed off on me. . . I wanted dessert to go along with the meal that Cody and I were preparing. I went with one of the simple desserts my mom used to make. A Chocolate Pudding Pie. Now a true chocolate pie (one with pie filling and meringue) is one of my favorite desserts. But, a simple chocolate pudding pie (with cooked pudding, graham cracker crust, and cool whip) is nice as well and much easier. And, it’s always nice to have that cool dessert in the summer time. I was out of graham cracker crumbs but luckily enough I had some graham crackers. . . so it was easy enough to make this simple dessert.
When I mentioned this, I kind of hinted at where this post is actually going. But, if we’re talking about sweet tooth influences, we must mention this woman- especially when that post is all about Banana Cake.
Grandma Floyd made the best Banana Cake you ever had in your life. I remember as a child how it was almost if our family was fighting over the cake- because we knew it would be gone in one sitting. But we always kept it civil. She, of course, is responsible for my mother’s sweet tooth. So, her influence was doubly passed on to me.
But, back to where this post is going, and where the title came from. Now, I don’t remember the next woman’s influence on my sweet tooth involving anything she cooked. Rather, it was of the store bought variety.
Yes, it was the twinkies and zingers. Grandma Lantz’s house was the place to go if you wanted something like that. But, I don’t recall getting them just any time of the day. It was always at breakfast. Yes, it was at Grandma’s house to have dessert first- not before the rest of the meal, but as the first meal of the day. It was her own personal typical breakfast. (She was a character alright. . . this is the grandma with which I made up some rather tall tales.)
So, now, I ask you. What do you think I had for breakfast this morning?
It wasn’t all that bad until I was over at Ella Publishing and the question was, “What did you have for breakfast this morning?”. My answer stuck out from all the rest. All these folks with their healthy breakfasts and my Chocolate Pudding Pie. Their little breakfast bars likely included granola and so did my breakfast. Does that count? And guess whose tasted better?
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What a hoot! I thought my grandmother was the only sugar pusher in the world (and the pediatrician of mine). I first got my sweet tooth when my mother took me for my 6 week checkup and the dr. unwrapped a sucker with the circular safety stick and stuck it in my mouth. He was only priming me for my grandmother who made not one or two or three desserts for Sunday dinner, she made 2 kinds of cake, 2 kinds of pie and after a dinner table groaning with food, a piece of pie and cake, she would package us up a lunch bag apiece of cookies in case we got hungry on the way home. A 20 minute drive lol..gotta love grandmas.