I was prowling around the house looking for a salty snack, when I remembered Dad’s favorite.
Saltines with pats of salted butter. I particularly remember him eating these when he had chemo. This is how he would eat them, too: one serving eqaulled one small plateful.
I was horrified by it when I was a teenager, because really it is gross. You’re essentially eating a quarter of a stick of butter with some decorative crackers for propriety.
Was it good? Not particularly, but I think that’s because saltines today have about half the salt they had back in the day.
I particularly noticed that when I tried my favorite childhood snack: chocolate ice cream with saltines crunched up on top. It was also not that great. On the other hand, chocolate ice cream mixed with butter crackers, like a Ritz or Town House? That tastes like ice cream in a butter pie crust.
Dad’s chemo snack of saltines with butter was remarkable mainly because it was the only time I ever saw him eat a snack. If Dad wanted a treat he reached for vodka.
When I look at drunks I wonder what kind of loss they have suffered that made them drink. I wonder if others look at fat people like that. I ask because I just poured half-and-half on my breakfast cereal.
One response to “Chemo Snack”
I never could get behind milk on cereal (I’d eat it dry or with peanut butter), but half and half… hm. You might have a brilliant idea there. 😉
(also: I’m sorry you have to go all the way through it. Fortunately/unfortunately – I am not quite sure whether you would half-want random people on the street to know/suspect that you’re grieving – the thing about having suffered loss has never occurred to me re: fat people, because most of the ones I have known have had substantial medical reasons for their weight.)