It was afternoon and there were no more cooking shows on; PBS has switched over to painting and it wasn't Bob Ross! So it didn't hold my interest. I was 8 years old, no one was home, and I was feeling snackish. Opening every kitchen cabinet in the kitchen revealed a frightening expanse of wood, which is an adult way of saying that the cupboards were looking very bare. There were a lot of things I didn't like in there: sardines, Horlicks Malted Milk powder, jars of olives. There was, however, a box of saltine crackers. That and some cheese was the simplest way to my heart.
No cheese in the fridge. This was turning into a problem....but wait! There were strawberries (a fruit that was certainly invented by Jesus, because it was so good) and whipped cream in a can. Somehow I got the idea to top the saltines with slices of strawberries and a healthy squirt of whip. I crowded my experiments one by one onto a plate and settled down in time to watch Tiny Toon Adventures.
Crunchy. Juicy. Salty and sweet. The blandness of the crackers, and the slight tang of a an under-ripe berry. Creaminess. Red stained fingers. I marveled at my ingenuity, hugged my stuffed Pooh bear, and felt sweet relief: starvation abated.