Daily Post; You, The Sandwich

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If a restaurant were to name something after you, what would it be? Describe it. (Bonus points if you give us a recipe!)

Photographers, artists, poets: show us DINNER.

The Icing On The Cake Dessert.

When I was a young woman and I mean by that I had tasted marriage, groaned with child-birth and thought I knew all about life era. We would go to my Aunt’s house for holiday dinners one year and then the opposite year we would go to my Mother’s.

We knew before we got there exactly what would be the highlights of the menu.

Grandma would slave with the sharp knife cutting the thinnest noodles ever the day before. They would be the first thing we would scan for on the food table. Grandma also made the best macaroni and cheese ever. The secret was the string. Yes, the dish was full of strings. When you dished it on your plate, you tossed the cheese around the spoon so as not to lose one drop or make a mess. Once you started eating it you wrapped the string around your fork and got a nice gooey bite of cheese.

Then there was the creamy smooth as a baby’s bottom mashed potatoes. Melt in your mouth down the shoot in a second or less. Green bean casserole, and I don’t really remember the other veggies. They must have not done anything special for my palate.

Nice marshmallow, brown-sugar glazed sweet potatoes from my Mother. Mom always made a chocolate pie for my Dad. Other wise I am not sure he would attend the functions.

The dessert tables were full of pies. Cherry, pecan and chocolate. There were usually dessert salads and then there was the king of all kinds, the crown of the entire meal. My mother made it if the dinner was at her home, and if it was at my Aunts, then she made it. It is called Pudding Dessert.

When Mom passed a way, I quit going to the Aunts from then on. If I wanted the dessert I had to start making it. Thank goodness I have my recipe in my lock box that Mom gave me. My kids love it also and request it. You can make it with chocolate, or butterscotch. Many times it was made with Butterscotch.

I have changed up the recipe a little because I am a cream cheese nut. I double the cream cheese and the powdered sugar amounts.

Here is the recipe if you like light desserts that make you say,” Oh my gosh, this is so good.”




Pudding Dessert
First Level
1 cup flour, 1 stick butter, 1/2 cup nuts.
Mix and press in a 9×13 pan Bake for 15 minutes 350 degrees
Second layer
1 cup cool whip, 1 cup powdered sugar, 1 8 oz. cream cheese
Blend together and add to first layer when cooled
Third layer
2 packages of instant pudding, your choice of flavor, we always used butterscotch, made with only 3 cups of milk instead of 4. Add to second layer
Fourth layer
Top with rest of cool whip and garnish with nuts

If you try this, I hope you enjoy it.

The Dinner Table

silver ware

silver ware (Photo credit: agavegirl13)

This won’t be long. I just have to get it off my shoulders. I can’t go over and do it for him. He is already upset. He is cussing and he is yelling at me because he thinks he is a five-year old. I am finding this to happen more and more. Each time I offer my help and tell him I understand, I am lying. How could I understand? Unless, I have the same thing, I could have no idea what he is going through. I have tried taking my arm, and tightening it up, and shaking it as fast as I can, but in a matter of seconds, my arm will start to hurt and ache from the tightness. Now he is coughing. Coughing on his drink. He is trying to tell me something while he is struggling to drink his juice. I bought him weighted silver ware, about a month ago, and this seemed to be a miracle in itself. Sometimes I would see the fork or spoon tumbling to the floor, because it would fall out of his hands, but I would just smile at him, and tell him, it is no problem. I will pick it up and wash it off and he can have it back. The arm has become immune to this new weighted item that he holds. It wants and needs more. It is showing its teeth, snarling that nothing I could ever do would begin to beat it down. I feel like it is Satan staring me in the face, and laughing deep from his ugly soul, knowing that I am the loser in this game. We ate out for lunch out today, since we had to pick up medicines. Yes, at his favorite restaurant. While he was eating, his nose was less than two inches from his plate. I wanted to cry out to him, to hold his head up, sit up straight. Tell him that he knows better, but nothing comes out of my mouth. My job at that moment was just to make sure he stayed safe. We ordered dessert for him, and they brought it before the meal, and he gobbled the dessert first, like he had never had that type of sweetness touch his mouth. I almost said something about didn’t he remember that we save our desserts for after our meal? Again, I said nothing.  For supper I was not hungry yet, and he is on his schedule, whether he is hungry or not. I gave him a simple, filling meal with applesauce for dessert. He always takes his medications from a cup. Tonite he could not get the cup up far enough in the air to force the pills to fall downwards into his mouth. He is cussing at the pills. Saying they want to stick in the cup and make a fool of him. I did suggest he place the pills in his hand or that I could help him. He ended up placing them in his hands and did manage to swallow them. Food that I gave him, continued to slide on to the table, some hitting the floor. He is yelling at me, I am five years old. I don’t deserve to eat. Maybe this Parkinson’s should just kill me right now so I don’t starve.  I offer to help feed him, and this was a big NO. He is finished now. Has left the table to brush his teeth. I get up and start cleaning the table and floor.