I liked Cinnamon Toast even better and ate that every chance I got.
16 thoughts on “Oh Heck Yes”
With raisins! Saturday night treat.
Yup and heat it up for the deluxe version.
We must have been really poor, because my mother never fixed rice of any kind. It was strictly potatoes. If she got fancy, it was a baked sweet potato. Double yum.
As for cinnamon toast, what a quick, great treat that hits that I-want-something-sweet-spot.
Basically quick rice pudding. I still eat rice pudding.
I’ve never had rice made like that and now I feel sad. Cinnamon toast – ALL the time, sometimes all by itself was the meal before the school bus picked me up.
German sweet rice, had it as a side dish 3 or 4 times a week growing up. As an added treat, my mom would fry crumbled up saltine crackers in butter until extra crisp and then sprinkle on top with the cinnamon. It was also a common side dish at all the church socials. Of course I grew up in a heavy German community in south Texas.
Hot dogs with plain white bread because hot dog buns were too expensive.
And they also served as hamburger buns.
Poor folks Chile. Two pounds of ground beef, two cans of Ro-tel, two cans of pinto beans. Red chile to taste.
Sunday night was cornbread, (johnnycake). Sometimes we had the rice and cinnamon and sometimes it was popcorn.
The sad part is that the ‘Poor Man’s Chili’ is expensive right now. Cheapest fatty hamburger still sitting at $5 a pound or more.
For us, it was bread with butter, jam or peanut butter. Pick one. Peanut butter and jelly or honey wasn’t until I was a teen.
The crap we could afford doesn’t have much appeal for me other than a few dishes. I am happy to have bacon or sausage and eggs instead of a clump of oatmeal, milk and sugar. My mom did her best with limited resources. I grew up on it, it was all I knew then.
No nostalgia for the food, only for my mom. Miss you, mom.
Cinnamon toast at breakfast at Camp Westminster on Higgins Lake – we weren’t poor and that stuff made us feel rich.
So much butter on toast that cinnamon sugar sosks it all up and there’s still excess to spill off
I’ve ate rice and milk since I was a little kid, however…he used waaaaaay too much sugar, that wasn’t a bowl of rice… he made a ffffing rice candy bar.
With raisins! Saturday night treat.
Yup and heat it up for the deluxe version.
We must have been really poor, because my mother never fixed rice of any kind. It was strictly potatoes. If she got fancy, it was a baked sweet potato. Double yum.
As for cinnamon toast, what a quick, great treat that hits that I-want-something-sweet-spot.
Basically quick rice pudding. I still eat rice pudding.
I’ve never had rice made like that and now I feel sad. Cinnamon toast – ALL the time, sometimes all by itself was the meal before the school bus picked me up.
German sweet rice, had it as a side dish 3 or 4 times a week growing up. As an added treat, my mom would fry crumbled up saltine crackers in butter until extra crisp and then sprinkle on top with the cinnamon. It was also a common side dish at all the church socials. Of course I grew up in a heavy German community in south Texas.
Hot dogs with plain white bread because hot dog buns were too expensive.
And they also served as hamburger buns.
Poor folks Chile. Two pounds of ground beef, two cans of Ro-tel, two cans of pinto beans. Red chile to taste.
Sunday night was cornbread, (johnnycake). Sometimes we had the rice and cinnamon and sometimes it was popcorn.
The sad part is that the ‘Poor Man’s Chili’ is expensive right now. Cheapest fatty hamburger still sitting at $5 a pound or more.
For us, it was bread with butter, jam or peanut butter. Pick one. Peanut butter and jelly or honey wasn’t until I was a teen.
The crap we could afford doesn’t have much appeal for me other than a few dishes. I am happy to have bacon or sausage and eggs instead of a clump of oatmeal, milk and sugar. My mom did her best with limited resources. I grew up on it, it was all I knew then.
No nostalgia for the food, only for my mom. Miss you, mom.
Cinnamon toast at breakfast at Camp Westminster on Higgins Lake – we weren’t poor and that stuff made us feel rich.
This is how you know you have been broke-ass poor (I have tried this recipe more than a few times)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=OKL1ppiFxAI&pp=ygUfcm9iIGZhaXJiYW5rcyB3ZWluZXIgd2F0ZXIgc291cA%3D%3D
So much butter on toast that cinnamon sugar sosks it all up and there’s still excess to spill off
I’ve ate rice and milk since I was a little kid, however…he used waaaaaay too much sugar, that wasn’t a bowl of rice… he made a ffffing rice candy bar.