Saturday we went to Amy's house for dinner and I was in charge of dessert. I decided I'd make that cream cheese-cool whip-pistachio pudding thing mom used to make. I haven't had it since she died- I'm not even sure I'd had it for a few years before that- she didn't make it all that often. As I was making it I was telling David how it was all of our favorite dessert and how we'd had it in various forms at every sports awards banquet, National Honor Society reception, lasagna dinner, and fundraiser that Valley Christian ever had. And also as I'm making it I'm hoping it's as good as mom used to make it. I've always been sad that I'll never taste her Chex mix again. I can't make it the same as she did; Bryn can't either. I made a few batches for comfort food after I had my miscarriage, and I remember crying because it wasn't as good, and that was one more reason to miss her. That was one thing that I completely associate with mom- that stinkin' chex mix- and I don't even really like to eat it anymore because it's not the same.
So I made the dessert just like the recipe said and couldn't wait to try it. The first bite of it was heaven. It tasted exactly right. Isn't it weird how your brain can remember a taste? I knew it tasted just like moms. After mom died, when I'd first wake up in the mornings there was that second or two before I'd remember that she was gone. Well, for just a second, mom wasn't dead and she'd made our favorite dessert again. At least that's how it tasted. Oh, and everyone loved it!
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I take offense. I made a few bad batches in the beginning, but have remembered the secret and can make it pretty darn close. That's it - I'm bringing chex mix with me!
Your's is good- at least all the batches I've had were, but it isn't the same as moms. I've tried a million different tweaks of the recipe- nothing tastes like hers did.
By the way, what's the secret???
That's for me to know! Mom tweaked the recipe and apparently I'm the only one she taught how to make it - it's like Bush's baked beans!
except you don't have a talking dog... although Schanzenbachs' had talking rabbits- you'll have to ask dad or mandy
OK, so are you going to make some of the lucious spring green salad for me and send it home with Bryn? Probably couldn't get on the plane with it though these days
yeah they'd think it was either poisoned or explosive- little do they know it's only explosive if it's fed to you:) Do you think it's really called spring green salad or did mom just make that up? It's not a salad, you know.
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