Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Let's Eat Our Feet!

First grade...such fun!
I learned to read and my teacher was Miss Hawkinbrock.
That was 48 years ago, if I am doing the math right, which I usually am not.
I didn't like arithmetic as much as art and reading, and have always had a dickens of a time with basic sums because of that preference.
In today's Salt Lake Tribune newspaper (my new morning read, a much smaller morning read...) there was a cute article about the first day of first grade.
The paper sent one of their most smart alec-y columnist to spend ALL of the first day with a first grade class.
It had been fifty years since he was a first grader, and much to his surprise, he discovered how much of a first grader he still is at heart.
It really is worth reading the whole column, out loud to the man your household who will shake his head recalling his own first grade exploits but I laughed especially hard at one part, and thought I should make sure that such a source of laughter was available for you blog readers out there too:
"We made Graham cracker feet with marshmallow toes. Each of us got a cracker we nibbled into the shape of a foot. Five marshmallow toes were then distributed to each student to affix to the cracker. After that, we ate them."
Now that's my idea of a GREAT snack recipe!
Imagine how much fun you could have if you also pedicured up the toes!
I'm thinking cinnamon red hots squished into the marshmallows for red toe nail polish or maybe jelly belly beans for a more rad color choice.
What a perfect way to nurture your inner child.
Haven't we all nibble a graham cracker into a shape at least once in our lives?
Isn't it time we get back to this kind of eating fun?
Yes it is!
Oh yeah...crackers and marshmallows, here I come!
(I also think someone should notify the "Mennonite Girls Cook Constantly" blog that they've got some competition out there... mostly from Mormon first graders!)


Lovella said...

Shoot .. how fun.
This does leave me wondering though if Mormons do have specific recipes that are traditional to them? We don't really stop to think that other groups of people who also have a strong religious based connection might have their favorite recipes. I'd be interested to know what Salt Lake City has to offer in this way.

Vicki said...

That article brought a big smile to my face...and thoughts of near-agony when I remembered being "blessed" with a couple of students like him while I was substitute teaching. I'd guess that he would have been one of those detention-prone students!

Thoughts on Life and Millinery. said...

I'v already read that Mormons have a tradition dish called "Frog Eye Salad" (go ahead and google it...and see if your eyes don't bug out a bit..that's considered a salad?)

and "Green Jello with Shredded Carrots" (oh heck, doesn't every organization have someone who makes that mess?)

Also "Funeral Potatoes"-
Cooked potato grated, mix in cheddar cheese, cream of chicken soup, sour cream, onion. Top with corn flakes and melted butter. Serve at a funeral for optimum effect and flavor. Possibly your own...with all those fat and calories!

Lovella said...

Sadly. . .those funeral potatoes look alot like Mennonite Hash Brown casserole often served at brunch Christmas morning. .
It's actually quite tasty and won't kill a person if eaten in moderation.. . that's the key.
The other goodies though. . . not so much.

Sara said...

Oh yes, I recall that milk and graham crackers were handed out every day in Kindergarden as our snack...I can't recall if it was morning or afternoon...but it was always a carton of milk and a couple graham crackers. I'd totally forgotten about that until I read your post.

We were never encouraged to nibble them into the shape of feet with marshmallow toes, however. I guess our teachers were too straight-laced in 1955 for such fun.

Judy said...

Too funny! And I like your new name for the MGCC blog.

running wildly said...

Tis a great idea. Man, my kid would LOVE that.

Lin said...

It's funny you would bring up school...I went to my first geology class yesterday and much to my surprise, my teacher and I went to school together 40 years ago in another state and a (back then) very tiny town...Arvada, CO. It was amazing. We went on a memory trip that you wouldn't believe. Of course, she is going to bring the 1968 North Arvada Jr. High School year book Thursday so we can look some more.

Maybe I should bring some graham crackers and marshmallows? Naah...maybe for my fourth graders. That sounds pretty good.