Our collection included maybe five entries of Grilled Cheese or Peanut Butter and Jelly Sammiches, Sqwambod Eggs, Omblettes, Bhasketti and Meatballs and the like. My entry was for the best dish ever made across all time. Ever. This was not a dish prepared by my mother, but by my grandmother and to my recollection, when she made it prepared not one bowl, but two: one for me and one for everyone else. That big old green glass bowl was the right size to hug, to sit on the floor with the bowl between my legs, spoon in hand, and have not a care in the world.
Sometime early in marriage I received a delivery of some of my grandmother’s things (she died before we were married). You should not have to be told how among the pots, pans, Tupperware and goodness-knows-what-else, there was that green glass bowl. Seeing the bowl sent one sole thought rocketing through my stomach: my grandmother loved me.
Banilla Pudding still remains my favorite food and I wish the lady in cafeteria or the chef at Ryans would spell the placard right (it‘s a national chain, for crying out loud)! I could not tell you what I said on that particular day in Kindergarten on how to prepare it, but I am confident there should be at least one apron-full of love.
Then some clown had to discover how to make an ice-cream version. You know, I’ve thought long and hard about how I would react if I ever meet this person face to face. I would take him (or her) quietly aside and tell him (or her) about the secret ingredient. I might even lick their hand.