Essays from the kitchen: on cooking & life.
Thursdays
It was usually on Thursdays that I woke up and felt a little tickle in my throat. A little cough coming on. Lethargy.
Mom would leave the room and turn up the space heater in the bathroom where we got dressed in the mornings, as I’d sniffle and moan and cough louder… watching her from the corner of my eye as she finally came to the decision that I’d be staying home from school that day.
The Frito Salad
So it turns out there is no Frito Salad recipe in the salad book.
What got me excited about it was the memory of having REAL snack food at dinner. You see, we weren’t allowed to eat real snacks and as a kid it was the most depriving thing in the world. We were the kids with no fun food at their house.
Starving after school? Have some carrots. An apple would be fine,. Some celery with peanut butter would stick to our ribs, and well, you know, celery has snack-crunch.