After-school snacks at Sandy’s house included Lay's potato chips and Oreo cookies. After pouring hand-squeezed lemonade, her mother joined us at the kitchen table, rapt to hear all. She was especially curious about my older sister’s dates and whether my dad got a raise like Sandy’s dad. While Sandy shushed her mom, I sponged up the celebrity treatment.
Snacks at my house were mostly inferior store brands. Mom, a graduate student, was engrossed in her studies. So Sandy and I created “peanut butter” with crushed peanuts and margarine. We next stirred Fig Newton chunks into rocky-road ice cream. While I craved Coca-Cola, Sandy delighted in having the kitchen to ourselves.
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