Baby Blues by Rick Kirkman and Jerry Scott for February 05, 2024

When I was growing up. Dessert was a rare luxury.

My Scottish great-grandfather said “Eat desert first, you never know when those d***ed English will try and invade.”

Rerun?

Desserts were rare in my house when I was growing up in the 50’s and 60’s. At my paternal grandmother’s house however, she usually had two or more. For us kids, it could be a hard choice sometimes, but grandma would take care of that and give us some of both or one now one later.

Our desserts were for Sundays only. And it was sometimes a frozen cream pie.

Or you could call it post lunch.

He doesn’t care what’s for pre-dessert.

Post-pre-dessert is what matters.

Rerun

My mother would bake a big cake on Sundays. That had to do for dessert in lunches and at dinner for the week.

Dessert was canned fruit when I was a kid. If we even HAD dessert…

The modern version of:

" Hey, Grandpa!! – Whut’s fer Supper ??!! " … :)

Did you know you could never starve in the desert? Why, you ask? Cuz you can eat all the sandwhichis there…(don’t kill the messenger…I heard that when I was a kid!)

Or post-snackles

“Dried cabbage.”

“Yummy, sounds great.”

“Hmmm, all this time I thought he was hard to please.”

I do not remember my mom fixing desert that often. I do remember my dad laid off much and either waffles or pancakes, Now do not want either. I do not fix desert that often, only holidays. My kids are adults. No grandkids. Children love deserts.

And for post dessert a bath, tooth brushing, Jammie’s.

Pre-Dessert works.

What’s worse?—-no dessert or Lime Jell-O?

My father said no meal was complete without dessert. None of us kids objected.

Dessert was what ever us kids could find. If there was a special dessert my dad used to say that we only ate a half hour earlier and it was too early for dessert. But he would also ask when we went to serve ourselves to bring him his serving to him.