While growing up I have little to no memory of snacks during the day as a young child. We ate three good, home-cooked meals a day, and if we didn’t get our fill, we were out of luck. Snacks were meant for special occasions, like Christmas Eve, or when friends of my parents came over to play cards on Saturday night. In the summer I remember going to the corner store for a popsicle, but not routinely. There were cookies and bars in the house, and fruit at times if in season and then it was guarded in the basement fruit cellar, a scarey place I didn’t like going in to! It seems these foods were part of a meal, rather than a separate snack. If we did snack on rare occasions we always asked first, I do remember that. As I got older, perhaps 10, and prepackaged snacks became more abundant in the grocery stores, some did make it to our house, much to our delight, especially once my mother worked outside our home. Generally as kids in our house we were caught between a rock and a hard place. The common response to a snack request was one of two things: “What? You just ate!”, or “What, it’s almost time for to eat!” Same result, no snacks!
“Mom, I’m Starving!”
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