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What era is that, you wonder? Is Bill graduating? No, it's the era of the really good crackers. Why don't I just buy more, you ask? These are the really good, home-made, sinful treat kind of crackers. Mustard and pepper and bacon and bacon fat (and not much else except flour I think). When my parents were here for visiting they made a huge batch. Not on purpose (one of those "the recipe calls for a quarter cup of mustard and I accidently used the full cup measure and didn't realize it until it was already mixed in with the other ingredients so now there's no choice but to quadruple everything else" scenarios), but boy were we happy about it.
There's been a tin of them in the freezer for these couple of months, little butterfly and dragonfly and honeycomb shaped goodies. Every week or so we take out a handful to go with our lunch soup. If I know I have these crackers to eat, I'll gladly slurp boring soup, just for the pleasure of getting to crunch these tasty little guys alongside. They're like dessert -- what you wait the whole meal for.
But now the last has been savored and it's back to whole grain commercial crackers or toasted whole wheat pitas or carrots and celery. Sometimes being healthy is a burden. I know it means we'll get to stick around longer. Be like happy labrador puppies cavorting through meadows of grasshoppers and fireflies when we hit middleage. But is it really worth it without the pepper crackers of life?
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