Those special little things you relished when you were a kid. One of mine was real butter. Money was always tight, so Mom mostly bought margarine. For cooking, she used bacon grease whenever possible. Butter was pretty much a treat for us. To this day, I feel a twinge of guilt when I buy a pound of butter, knowing Mom must be shaking her head in disgust at such callous spending.
Another was Mom's home made bread. We never ate a loaf of store bought bread. Wednesday was bread making day. Nothing else occurred on Wednesday till the bread was done and the kitchen cleaned up.
Last but not least, Mom and Dad's home canned pickles. Man, they were good.
What's your guilty pleasures from your childhood?
Fresh unsalted Butter right out of the churn, buttermilk too
