I have so many that I will bore you all lol.
I was probably in second or third grade living high in the mountains of Colorado--this was in the early '80's. I had a boy friend. Ok we had crushes on each other so maybe I should say boyfriend but we weren't into that icky other stuff that goes along with liking someone like that lol. His mom was and still is, I'm sure, a great cook. Her mom owned a bakery that would open each summer during tourist season, but I digress. One morning after playing hard outside in the snow we came inside for lunch. She had made grilled peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches. O M G. Sure I'd had regular grilled cheese---she and my mom both had the same grilled cheese maker. I can picture it. Black and square with a clasp thingy on the end that kept it closed while the sandwich "grilled". Anyway, the toasted, warm, gooey peanut butter and the jelly. Pure heaven. I went home and raved. I'm sure I drove my mom nuts about it lol.
Same mom and dad always threw a huge party on Christmas Eve--very stressful for me because as the night wore on I was always convinced that Santa wasn't going to leave me anything due to me not being in bed! I was first introduced to a brick of cream cheese covered in jalapeño pepper jelly. One had red and the other had green. I thought it was so pretty and festive and OH so good with crackers.
Around the same age the principal of the tiny school I went to had a party....don't remember why but it was winter and cold. Anyway, they made steamed whole, fresh artichokes (I had never seen these wondrous things before!). A ramekin of melted butter on the side.....the adults would tear off a leaf, dip it in butter, scrape their teeth down and discard the rest. My mom saw me staring and let me have one...which turned into I don't know how many before the principal and his wife chased me off because it was just for grown-ups. Being an only child and that I was always included in everything with my family, I felt entirely snubbed lol.
To be continued........