While I’m on the topic of childhood sandwich memories, I thought I’d ask my readers if any of them grew up only eating this kind of bread and constantly wondering, “Why can’t we have cool bread like everyone else at school?”
And I know I’m going to be getting a passive-aggressive call from Seana about bringing this up. She’s going to say something like, “Were you really upset about the bread?” and I’m going to be all, “No, mom. I’m not still upset about the bread, I’m just saying that I wish you had bought Wonder Bread like everyone else’s mom.” Then she’ll end the call by saying something about how everyone else’s mom didn’t care about nutrition the way she did.
Mom, the bread was fine. It’s just, whatever… you know.
Actually everything is like this with my mother/childhood foods. My mom refused to buy me fruit roll ups like the other kids, lunchables, or just plain sandwiches with white bread. I never got a little baggy of chips or a packet of gushers. I got carrots, or some string cheese. I got the weirdest shit and no other kid would trade with me so I’d always ask everyone else for a piece of theirs. WHICH, now that I think about it, probably explains my weird thing for having to have a little piece of whatever food the person I’m with is eating, I always need to “try some”…even if I’m not hungry.
Also, blue is the worst artificial coloring according to my mother, so one time post iceskating session I was really thirsty and the only thing available was Gatorade, so I had to get the yellow one because it was “not as artificial and disgusting”. Sure mom, whatevs.
Well that trailed off into a childhood psychological effect thing that I didn’t intend, now I’m eating a chocolate donut!
guys. Whyyyy did...Judester never get me
identify with all...this. Thank you, Molls.
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