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Oyster Cracker

As I was studying for my Civil Procedure final, I was munching on Nabisco Premium Soup & Oyster crackers. It made me think back to my childhood. I was one of those crazy kids who couldn't stand for food to touch on the plate. I also was a bit of a picky eater so meal times were fun for my mom. The worst thing was biting into a casserole and coming across a chunk of hidden onion. Actually, that wasn't the worst. The worst was my dad's hamburgers--you never knew what might be lurking in them. Eddie Murphy knows what I mean:

Most summers, I stayed at my grandparent's house. I am guessing that my grandmother was a picky eater also because she always bought fun foods for me to eat. One of those foods was oyster crackers.

Anyway, I grew up to have a picky eater of my own. Using what I knew from my childhood, I often served the boys what we called Bits & Pieces for lunch. Basically, it was a variety of finger foods such as cheese cubes, ham cubes, fruit slices, and crackers. (Of course, the boys had cute melamine divided plates so that nothing could touch). Naturally, oyster crackers were a frequent addition since they were bite size and fun.

I have to admit, I still prefer oyster crackers to full-size saltine crackers. All these years I thought that I had been eating oyster crackers, but it turns out I had only eaten the soup crackers. Today, I had a true oyster cracker and had to share:



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