Grandma by proxy

Time for a diet? Let them eat cheesecake

One of these days, I will follow the cheesecake diet. I’m not joking. It’s my all time favorite food, Cheesecake Factory is my favorite restaurant, I don’t go there for salads. I get a different cheesecake every time; When sweet cream melts on the roof of my mouth, I’m in heaven.

Honestly I love anything that contains sugar. My mother used to bake constantly, and I thank her for that. Every day after school, my siblings and I walked into our house for the smell of cooked sugar in the form of cookies, cake, pie, you name it. The best part was that she wasn’t stingy. When the scones came out of the oven, she handed them to us, the steam tickling our noses, and the heat nearly burning our fingers, but that didn’t stop us from devouring them all at once. Often, the mother baked a cake or pie to sweeten dinner; If we hadn’t finished it by bedtime, we had it for breakfast the next morning.

Every Sunday morning my father went to the donut shop and brought with him an assortment of twenty donuts. My mom immediately cut each one in half so we could taste at least four. Thus, I thought everyone cut the cake in half. I found out otherwise the day I cut half of all the donuts into a box my boss brought to the office. When he came out of his office to get his favorite and found one half missing and the other cut off, he angrily asked who had cut the cake. I proudly told him I did, and now he can taste more than just a donut. He looked at me as if to say, “Why? I don’t want my halves. I want a whole donut.” Then he actually said that, continuing with “Don’t do that again!” To this day I don’t understand why he didn’t give me a raise for such creativity instead of screaming and babbling.

My father grew up very poor. He and his father often shot what his family ate for dinner. YuMMM, the fresh squirrel. When he married my mother, he told her that their children would never want to have food. He never broke his word and my mom was happy to stick with it. She loved cooking, but especially baking, and using only real butter, real cream, and the best ingredients. No wonder “more please” was heard at every meal.

In those days we would walk or ride our bikes to school, always at least a mile in every direction, wherever we lived. (I’ve always wondered if my dad did it on purpose or if it just happened by accident.) We also had very active daily sports classes in the upper classes. At grammar school during recess, we played Red Rover and Kick-ball and jumped rope. We played hopscotch and softball on the street with our friends and had kids bike bands at the age of 10. We went to the beach almost every weekend, climbing coconut trees that grew at easy climbing angles. If we weren’t at the beach, we were in the YMCA pool. My brothers were mowing the lawn with a lawn mower; My sister and I cleaned up, washed the dishes, vacuumed, pulled the clothes off the rope, and guess what? We burned calories like you wouldn’t believe. Therefore, my mother cannot be accused of raising her four children on drunkenness. We’ve got plenty of exercise to balance its effect.

I haven’t smoked and drank very little, so since we all have vices, I’m the sugar. You can call it an addiction if you like; In fact, I think you’d be right. All I know is that I’m a better person when I take my daily dose of sugar, preferably home made.

I followed my mother’s traditions. Family members order their favorite cake for birthdays. Grandchildren know that there will always be candy at Grandma’s house. Friends and newcomers to the neighborhood get rewards. In fact, if you smell bread coming from my house, feel free to join me. Better to hurry though. I might beat you to the last soft and soothing bite of Key Lime Cheesecake, Chocolate Chip Walnut Biscuits, Sweet Coconut Pie… Yummmm!

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