Think back...when was the last time you, or anyone in your family, baked a cake from scratch?...meaning NOT from a box!
Again, grandmothers are always a wealth of knowledge. My maternal granny lived on a farm in Rockingham County in Virginia's Shenandoah Valley, with little 'book learning' but much common sense learning. She baked in an old-fashioned wood stove! She knew, of course, the secrets of baking that more 'primitive' way.
Every Saturday she baked for the rest of the week...pies with flaky crusts...break...cookies...and those poundcakes to live for.
There was a bread box for storage...walnut pie safe in one corner of the kitchen...and that special huge tin for cookies! And, when I came to visit, this grandson knew the combination to the cookie tin lid.
"Grandma...how do you always know when your poundcake is done?"
"The smell! I can smell 'done' every time. One day Grandma will teach you some of her secrets...."
She passed away before this grandson learned those secrets.... But my learned memory bank can conjure up quickly the 'done' cake smell. I also remembered to pick fresh wild strawberries, small, cap, slice and settle for a spell with sugar sprinkled about. She taught me to 'whup' up a bowl of homemade heavy cream, sweetened, toast a slice of thick poundcake, spoon the sweetened berries over it and dollop on some of that 'whupped' cream on top. She didn't have to teach her grandson to dig in...that seemed to come naturally...know what I mean?
(And the answer to the Green M&Ms' poser is: college/university students started, back in the last part of the 20th century, the 'rumor' that eating Green M&Ms would make one 'lusty'...'seductive'...'sensuous'...'horny'....you decide!)
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