Watford City, ND - McKenzie Electric Cooperative, Inc.
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McKENZIE ELECTRIC COOPERATIVE<br />
mind’s meanderings by Myra Anderson<br />
It never tastes as good as when Mom made it<br />
Our 3-year-old grandson,<br />
Drew – more commonly<br />
known in the family as<br />
Drew Bear – had to have his<br />
tonsils out this summer. As his<br />
private nurse for the week that<br />
he was recovering (the child<br />
does know how to make the<br />
most of any situation), it was<br />
my job to find foods that he<br />
could and would swallow.<br />
The first foods and the ones<br />
he was promised before his<br />
surgery were ice cream and<br />
pushups. I quickly added root beer<br />
freezes to that list because Drew Bear<br />
loves a root beer freeze and no sore<br />
throat was strong enough to keep him<br />
from that. Soft scrambled eggs were<br />
next on the list – those were a little<br />
harder to swallow, literally.<br />
While I was planning my food<br />
strategy, I thought about the times<br />
when I was little and needed comfort<br />
food. The first and best thing on my<br />
list was custard. That was Mom’s<br />
answer to all of life’s ills. And my<br />
family loved it. When someone was<br />
sick and Mom started making custard,<br />
you could be sure that the rest of us<br />
would begin to complain of aches and<br />
pains as well. Mom always made<br />
enough for all of us, but the extra<br />
dishes were for the “sick kid” even if<br />
the “kid” was Dad. I still can’t explain<br />
why custard was so wonderful.<br />
It was creamy and smooth, rich<br />
with a hint of nutmeg. It slid down<br />
your throat and filled your tummy.<br />
But the real appeal was that each custard<br />
came in its own little glass dish.<br />
Most desserts back then were served<br />
in pie plates or 9- by 13-inch cake<br />
pans. Custard was individualized. It<br />
was a dish just for one person. I didn’t<br />
know until I was well grown up that<br />
you could make custard in a common<br />
pan and call it flan. The first time I<br />
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saw that on a dessert buffet, I was<br />
more than amazed. But somehow,<br />
though I tried it often when it was on<br />
a buffet, it never tasted as good as<br />
custard in an individual glass dish.<br />
Once I got thinking about custard,<br />
my mind immediately went to milk<br />
toast. I don’t know how many others<br />
make that connection. But that was<br />
the other cure-all in the Marshall<br />
house. I haven’t made milk toast<br />
since the first year of my almost 40year<br />
marriage. Ron was sick and<br />
being the attentive and devoted wife<br />
– remember we were newly married –<br />
I took it upon myself to make a nice<br />
bowl of milk toast.<br />
For those of you who didn’t have<br />
the milk toast remedy growing up, it<br />
is simply toasted white bread which<br />
you butter and break into small<br />
pieces and then cover with scalded<br />
milk. It, too, is made one bowl at a<br />
time. Others might have added cinnamon<br />
and sugar or so I have been told,<br />
but we ate it plain. Again, when Mom<br />
was making milk toast, we all wanted<br />
some. It was delicious!<br />
When I brought my steaming bowl of<br />
milk toast into Ron, he looked at it with<br />
undisguised disgust and demanded to<br />
know what that mess was and why I was<br />
trying to poison him with it. I was hurt<br />
and decided that he could get well by<br />
himself. I never made him<br />
milk toast again, and to tell<br />
the truth, I forgot about it.<br />
So my boys never had the<br />
pleasure of milk toast<br />
either. I never even suggested<br />
another favorite<br />
from my childhood –<br />
saltine crackers crumbled<br />
into a bowl of milk.<br />
I decided that Drew Bear<br />
wouldn’t like milk toast, it<br />
is better for a stomachache<br />
than a sore throat. We<br />
stuck with the ice cream and freezes<br />
along with popsicles and Jello and<br />
pudding. I did think about custard,<br />
but with the individual pudding packs,<br />
the thrill of an individual portion has<br />
been lost.<br />
And I couldn’t even find any custard<br />
cups – the young gal at the hardware<br />
store suggested I look at the mugs they<br />
had. It reminded me of when my Mom<br />
sent me to one of my aunt’s neighbors<br />
in California to see if they had a donut<br />
cutter when we were out there in 1966.<br />
The neighbor looked at me as if I were<br />
crazy and told me that out there, they<br />
ate them whole.<br />
I think we have lost a lot of the<br />
old comfort foods or they have<br />
changed so drastically that they are<br />
unrecog nizable. When was the last<br />
time you had a slice of homemade<br />
bread spread with jelly and covered<br />
with cream? I don’t even want to think<br />
about how many Weight Watcher<br />
points that would be or the fat level.<br />
Yet Ron’s dad, John, had that as a<br />
nightly treat for most of his life and he<br />
was still wearing a 32-inch waist jean<br />
when he passed away, and he never<br />
had any cholesterol problems either.<br />
I still make bread pudding when I<br />
have leftover bread that’s going stale.<br />
That was another favorite dessert at<br />
our house. My mom’s generation