I'm sitting here eating Graham crackers crumbled in milk and it brought back a memory of my grandpa and the things he ate. There was always boiled potatoes and corn bread with dinner at their home. After dinner my DGP would have a glass of butter milk with the corn bread crumbled in it. I can't remember the last time I thought about that, he has been gone for over 20 years and I still miss him and grandma. Do you all have little things that bring back fond memories of family that are long gone?

my great grandma liked soda crackers crumbled in buttermilk. Your post made me think of that ;-)

Oh gosh! Mine ate that too.

My grandpa had a glass of milk and 2 squares of graham crackers every night before turning in. Aaaahhhh....memories. ;-)

I eat both cornbread and crackers in milk...but I go for sweet milk and not buttermilk... :)

Grew up eating them, as did my dad...

Oh...and white gravy on baked squash!!

Had a Great Aunt, would have Buttered Toast and Milk.

Think cornbread and B-milk were a standard. :)


On Squash.... Hum, Hard Fried eggs, saving the jelly for the bisquit:)

The memories are flooding me now. Thank you for the posts.

When I see a box of Wheaties, I think of my grandfather (my Mom's Dad). He ate a bowl of wheaties EVERY morning along with a piece of toast (the last corner he always gave to his dog), a glass of OJ, and a cup of coffee in which he would pour the leftover Wheaties milk into (gag). If the coffee was too hot, he'd pour it in his saucer and drink it from that. (My Dad's mom did the saucer thing, too).

I remember my Grandpa bringing home some plain, square soda crackers and crumbling them in sweet milk.

Sometimes on Sundays we had "catch up" for dinner (supper) and
I would always choose sweet cornbread (not made with soda but sugar) and sweet milk. All crumbled up, it was a satisfying meal
for the end of day. Grandma would make it in an iron skillet she heated first on the stove, added some lard and then poured the cornbread mix in and hurried it into the oven. It came out round and brown with crisp top and bottom and sides. Lovely and crunchy!! Even better next day warmed up and spread with butter and honey.

I laugh when I go out to dinner and see "olive oil and crusty bread for dipping". My grandfather (a real Italian patriarch) had fresh, home-made crusty bread which he dipped in olive oil every night. And he lived to be 99!! He also dipped bread in his coffee.
Thanks for this thread-I like reading about people's grandparents and remembering mine.

You are not going to believe this, but I very rarely eat graham crackers because they are addicting. I just finished eating some (okay a lot) and read your topic. Small world.

Foods and other scents bring back more memories for me than anything else.
I just love it !!
My beloved Dad always ate crusty Italian bread with his breakfast but never toasted or buttered. And good Italian bread gets stale quickly!! He didn't care.
He didn't cook but at night he would slice from the loaf and put a banana in it. So funny.
The smell of sauce cooking whether I make it or my DH always smells like being home as a child ( or my Gram's, aunts, etc :)

My mom used to crumble saltines on vanilla ice cream. I still do that once in a while.

When roasting meat, my Nan would put big slices of bread in the bubbling pan juices, sprinkle with salt and we'd eat it straight away. I always liked the heel (the end bit) still do. Thanks for the memory trip.

Thank you for the postings, I am loving this. Yes I do read each and everyone that gets posted.

Every day grampa would open up a biscuit and put it on a plate. He'd slather on 1/2 a cube of butter, jam, Karo syrup and sugar!!! YIP -- turns your stomach, doesn't it....LOL He didn't have diabetis, he didn't have a weight problem and he died at 85!!!!

My Uncle Wally ate potato pancakes for almost every meal, and I still remember how good they smelled when they cooked!
His wife made the best strawberry freezer jam.....they were our neighbors, so us kids were always there, and I always asked for her jam!

Every time I see Lilacs I remember home and Mom. They were her favorite flower and the 'side porch' had them from front to back and were the shade during the summer.

Sometimes my mom would eat cornbread crumbled in milk, too. But sometimes she would take dark Karo syrup and mix some with butter on her plate and drag her cornbread through that, too...kinda like a dessert at the end of the meal, since we rarely had "sweets".

Wow...things I haven't thought of in 40+ years. LOL

Sunday mornings my Grandfather would walk to the Jewish Bakery and bring back fresh Jewish Rye Bread, and Grandma would make me the forbidden cup of Coffee with bread and homemade butter!!! MMMMMmmmmmm

My Grandpa had a tablespoon of whiskey every morning in a glass with a teaspoon of sugar, a shot of Real Lemon and a shot of water. He said it was his "Starter." He had one each night before bed too. He said that one was his "Quiter." LOL Grandpa didn't drink any more than that---two carefully measured tablespoons of whiskey a day. He lived to be 86 yrs old. Grandma ate her Cheerios with sweetened coffee on them. I tried it once but only that one time---gag! This thread jogged that memory. But it took me clear back to their old kitchen table and I could even smell the fire in the wood cook stove.

My Mamaw would crumble cornbread in the milk and save it to eat at bedtime. My Papaw was so funny, he knew a million jokes and would get tickled as he was telling them. They have both been gone for many years but I often think of them.

During WWII cornbread with buttermilk was our supper many days. Yes, it brings back memories.

I love everything mentioned here. Graham crackers and milk, soda crackers and milk, and cornbread crumbled up in buttermilk or "sweet milk". I even used to like dark karo mixed with butter on cornbread or biscuits when I was a kid. I seldom have any of these treats now, but reading all these posts makes me think I will sure have some soon.

My dad's dad liked to think of himself as a tea connossieur. He had quite a collection of differant teas and people would send him tea. I learned the differance between all the differant kinds of teas. He used to make me green tea every morning in a little aluminum tea pot that was shaped like a coffee pot. It had a metal "egg" that hung down in the center inside and had holes in it. That is where the tea leaves went. So I still drink alot of green tea hot. My grandma(Dad's mom) would fry eggs sunny side up and then put them on a plate. She then cut them into bite sized pieces and crumbled bread into that stirring it together. This was a common thing to do for little kids when my grandma was growing up. I still eat this from time to time for breakfast.

My Mom's dad always ate sugar on his cottage cheese and I cannot eat it any other way!! Everyone thinks I am crazy but it is really good!

Keep em coming. This very enjoyable for me to see so many common back ground and some I never heard of. Hum! Sugar on cottage cheese not that's one I never heard of.

I am like Magdalena when it comes to graham crackers. I am addicted to them and don't buy them often. When I do buy them, I tell myself I will eat them in moderation, but it never, ever works! I can't seem to stay out of them.

Well graham crackers were invented to help the digestion so you are just doing something to help your body!! LOL rationalization works every time!! LOL

In the summer, my memere would tear up bread and put it in a bowl with blueberries and milk.

This is off the subject a little, but I just remembered that my father in law used to put horehound candy in a jar and pour whiskey over it and let it "set". If I remember right, the whiskey would sort of melt the candy into a syrup that he used for cough medicine. I had never heard of horehound candy before I saw him do this. This is something I found online about horehound candy:

Once upon a time, candy was the way to treat sore throats and upset stomachs. Peppermint sticks and cough drops delivered a quick and easy dose for those who were feeling under the weather. Horehound candy is part of this primarily European tradition.

Horehound is a member of the mint family and was used to soothe sore throats, stimulate appetite, and as a relief for gas. While the U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) has found horehound to be mostly ineffective, other countries have found horehound effective as an anti-inflammatory and for relief for bronchial complaints. Testing is being done in the U.S., France, and Germany to uncover all the possible purposes horehound may be hiding. Some studies are promising in showing that horehound may have medicinal properties.

Burned toast . . . that's how my g-pa liked it. I love the smell of burned toast because it makes me think of him every time and I typically eat mine the same way.

Piepatch my DD sucks on peppermint candy whenever her stomach hurts. You didn't go off topic you told a memory story and that's what this about. Thank you!!

What is sweet milk?

Wow, the memories...........I had the most wonderful grandparents a kid could ever have. My brother and I just loved spending our summer days with them. We always awoke to the smell of bacon and the chickens announcing the morning. And would go to sleep listening to our grandparents saying their prayers at night. Slept with so many quilts on top of us that we couldn't turn over on those cold days that we stayed with them.

We always went to their house on Sunday afternoons and Granny would always have a huge bowl of fried corn which she knew my brother and I just loved. In The mornings she would always give us a cup of coffee (lots of sugar and milk) so we could feel grown up.

My grandfather had a powerful sweet tooth and we would walk (he never did drive) to a little country store at the end of the street where he would always buy horehound candy for himself and whatever we liked for ourselves. He lived to be 86 and I miss him so much. I cherish those memories. Thanks for the memories.

Sweet milk was what my grandparents called whole milk back in the day. At least that's how I remember it. :?

Try pretzels!

My Dad used to eat a bowl of saltine crackers mixed with Ritz crackers and milk.
He also loved Oreo Cookies dipped in milk.

Strawberry and rhubarb custard pie, Apple crisp, - memories of things Mom used to make.

Soft molasses cookies with a thumb print filled with grape jelly - known as "Granny's Cookies" - memories of my Granny. Her recipe was printed in her local paper.

Oh, the memories.....

I have a lot of memories of my own Pap-pa eating cornbread and milk--usually it was a before bed snack, I think. He always crumbled it in a glass instead of a bowl for some reason! There was always fresh cornbread and biscuits in Gran's kitchen.

You know, the diningroom is right there but the kitchen was/is the center of her (Gran's) home and everyone still congregates there. We'd always rather drag dining room chairs into the kitchen than vice versa--even if it means eating from our lap! Lol.

I remember riding(yes riding) Jack the dog( large large dog!!) down to the back pasture with my grandpa. We brought up the cows and he milked them I remember him trying to teach me to milk but my hands were too small to get the rhythm. I remember helping my grandma seperate the cream from the milk.

I remember making popcorn balls with my grandma in her canning kitchen in the basement while Grandpa watched tv in the next room in the basement.They didn't have a tv upstairs. Downstairs(basement) was a canning kitchen a store room for all the canned stuff and a long room that had a ping pong table on one end and a tv area on the other. This was the only place my grandma allowed any mess. Upstairs had to be kept spotless at all times. Woe betide anyone who touched the white walls! LOL

She cooked big dinners in this kitchen, They had 14 kids so my mom's family is a big one. Food was very much the center of the family life on a farm!!

OOOoooohh, popcorn balls brought back a memory! Mom used to make some kind of popcorn cake. The candy coating was made from white Karo syrup and some other ingredients and it was clear when finished, then she'd mix spice gumdrops in with the popcorn, pour the coating in and stir. Then she'd press it into an angel food cake pan. For a treat each night she'd give us a slice of popcorn cake. It was tasty and colorful.