Blast from the past in a non-healthy way LOL

Ok, when I was child on the farm and we had our milk cow Jessie, I remember the cream getting so thick you needed to dig it out with a spoon, not at all sure how my mother was making this happen as I assure you can’t do that with girl cream.. I have a feeling it has to do with the fact that I am skimming my cream and mom had a cream/milk splitting machine.

I used to mix this ultra thick cream with rice crispies, just enough to wet them, then push it down into a hard mass, thick cream rice crispy squares, when done right it would come out in a single piece when you cut it apart..

Now this would be a favorite remembered breakfast but its also one of the first thing I remember as a child that my dad hated, he would rarely be home from camp jobs or working at breakfast time, so this was rarely a issue but on the days he was, he hated this cream/rice puff trick to the point that I would have to hide my bowl behind the box to eat it..

The strange thing is he is the one who reminded me of this in the past week and asked if I had eaten it yet, I laughed and said, no, I don’t keep anything like rice crispies in the house, but then I stopped and thought about it.. and the next time we were at the store, I bought the smallest box I could find..

So here is one of  baby farmgirl’s Breakfast treats!

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Ok, It was still good but it was certainly not as good as I remember by any means, I think that this is one of those things that you loved the memory of more then the current reality 🙂

For you dad! Love you!

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