Store-bought watermelon pickles...in memory of Mom.
She used to make this cold soup thing that she served first, before dinner. It was a sugar syrup, with white mini-marshmallows, walnuts, diced apples, and some other things I don't remember. Growing up I didn't like it so much.
Funny, now that she's gone, I wouldn't even THINK of not making it. I found out just last year that my brother didn't like it so much either, but now loves that I make it so we can remember Mom as we eat it.
Neither of us eats candy bars either. But every time we get together we eat a peppermint patty in her honor.