It is a MAJOR bummer to head downstairs for a post-midnight snack of tator tots and ketchup, just to find an empty bag in the freezer. There I stood, with dreams of crunchy potato goodness dancing through my head– but no makings! These seemingly minor setbacks could actually turn out huge, if I didn’t always keep a supply of the ultimate comfort food on hand: graham crackers and really cold milk.
Seriously, whatever major craving is going down in the house can be cured with the old honey grahams and milk. It is also the magic Prozac pill around here– sweeping up some pretty big blues.
My dad died eleven years ago, and Mom remarried in September of 2000. Dick was a terrific guy, who fell completely in love with the mom, and adored her. Unfortunately his actual heart wasn’t strong, and he died in May 2004. He went downhill fast at the end (faster than we could get there), and we were sitting by the phone when my mom called. The Littlest sat on my lap while I talked to her about what was happening. It was rough. Both of the kids loved Dick deeply; he was a fantastic grandfather. So when the phone rang with the news that Dick had died, I was equally worried about my mom and the Littlest.
She listened as I consoled my mom, then lifted her head from my shoulder and asked me to tell Mom to go to the kitchen and get graham crackers and cold milk, because grahams and milk make everything better. The pure love and sweetness of the Littlest caught us and we laughed, and cried, and ate the grahams. And we all felt a little better.
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