Have you ever enjoyed bread and gravy for supper? I certainly enjoyed it as a child, but was it just our family’s custom? Just a slab of bread smothered with gravy. Delish!
Dad enjoyed saltine crackers and milk for dessert. Mom said the first time he did that after they were married, she thought he was still hungry and she hadn’t cooked enough food. No, it was something he’d enjoyed when he was a child.
Grandma Ruby’s parents were German. Was this a German treat? Grandpa Kenneth’s folks came from Tennessee and Indiana. No clues there. Or was it just a Neal family invention?
Crackers and milk never caught on with me, but bread and gravy sure did. At least until I ended up with a gluten allergy. Gluten-free bread and gluten-free gravy just doesn’t have the same texture, the same “comfort factor.”
Does your family have an unusual or interesting food quirk?
Hey Joy, both my dad and aunt enjoyed crackers and milk. Sometimes just as a light dinner. I never caught up n but we all love cornbread and milk. Can’t beat it.
I’ll bet they enjoyed it as children. Hmm, cornbread and milk. I’ll think about it.
I love bread and gravy! Our cracker treat growing up was graham crackers with molasses poured over them.
What fun!
Definitely fun for those of us who have a sweet tooth.
Many meals of bread and gravy and graham crackers and milk was my favorite breakfast.
Yum! Sure sounds better than saltines and milk.
I could eat bread and gravy every day if I would let myself. My father-in-law liked buttermilk and crackers or cornbread and milk – not for me or Mike though.
Grandma Leora loved buttermilk, plain. Thanks, this is fun!
My grandfather used to eat a tall glass of cornbread and buttermilk every night before going to bed. Mother sometimes served toast covered in something called Brunswick stew from a can. I think it was a cost-saving way to feed a hungry family. I later tried the stuff as an adult, but it didn’t taste anywhere near the same!
The stew and toast sounds like it should be good! Leora enjoyed just a glass of buttermilk, but I never warmed up to that either.
My dad was from Kentucky so he was big on flapjacks and cornbread. My Italian mother would beat raw egg white until fluffy and add cooked white rice and sugar to it for a treat. If we had graham crackers in the house, I’d soak them in milk until they were wilted.
Wilted! Now that doesn’t sound bad. ha
I know I already commented elsewhere on this, but I do wonder how families come up with some of these specialties. When I was little the neighbor served white bread with milk and sugar to her kids. I mentioned it the other day, and my DIL said, Oh, I used to love that! She grew up in Arizona, and I grew up in MIchigan.
Milk toast? Oh, that used to be comfort food for a sick child!
Haha so you know it! For my neighbor it was breakfast. Her dad worked at the wonder bread plant. In our house we ate Rusk. Do you know what that is?
Not really, but it sounds fascinating.
It is super hard toast biscuits. We had it with milk and sugar and sometimes cinnamon sugar. It’s a Dutch thing. Also babies were given rusk for teething.
Aha! The Bosnians who came here as refugees has a special biscuit for their babies to gnaw.
I just looked up rusk since I was yakking about it. I guess it might have started in Prussia, so maybe a lot of Europe uses it in some form or another.
My father mentioned buttered bread with a sprinkle of sugar for desert. His mother was also German.
Butter! I’ll admit that when I was little I liked buttered bread with Cheerios arranged in rows on top.
I’ve see that nowadays using Fruit Loops! haha
I like to eat graham crackers with milk! So good! I know many people like to eat buttered bread with just about anything. 🙂
My dad was a Utah farm boy. When restless at night, he would get up, go to the kitchen, grab a tall glass, chop up half an onion, put the onion and a slice of shrededed whole w
heat bread in it and cover the whole thing with milk. Having happily eaten this concoction, he would return to bed and cuddle up to my mother — who found it somewhat annoying😺 Apparently, my Dad was not the only member of the family who enjoyed this snack.
Onions, huh? I can see why your mother might be annoyed. ha My mother enjoyed onion sandwiches (plenty of butter) and radish sandwiches (not bad). Thanks for the note, Leslie!