12 of our favorite childhood food memories
There’s no place like home. And that’s especially true when it comes to what we used to eat. It’s the real treats that stay with us: things our mother, father, grandpa, grandma or babysitter made and that you knew meant it was time for a celebration. Whether it was that irresistible slice of apple pie your mother made or the special sandwich your babysitter put in front of you, we’ll never forget them. These are our 12 favorite childhood food memories.
Rick: ‘My mother, usually together with my sister, would always make cookie pudding. It was basically just a few layers of custard and biscuits spread with jam, which became completely soggy from the warm custard. It was always a special treat!’
Wieke: ‘A slice of bread with speculaas spread. I still love it. And for a savory snack: a Cheetos Chipito cheese-flavored sandwich.’
Sharon: ‘My mother would always make sandwiches with butter, roast beef, salt and pepper. Then we’d be sent to the butcher to get seven ounces of ‘cold cunt’. 1980, wild times! It did somewhat affect my view of roast beef.’
Lauretta: ‘On Fridays, my father would always get some of that disgustingly delicious pastry from the supermarket. In the evening, we’d watch TV on the couch with a supermarket mocha pastry, Bossche bol, tompouce or donut. That yellow-iced, banana-flavored donut was especially amazing. They stopped selling it a few years ago and I still miss it.’
Leonie: ‘When I was sick, my grandmother would always make a porridge from Maria biscuits. Another nice food memory at my grandma’s: corn sandwiches with cocktail sausages, which we’d have for lunch. Still incredibly good after a night out.’
Lauret: ‘Meatloaf at Grandma’s. Traditionally, we only got it once a year, which made it so delicious and special.’
Eva: ‘Grandma would always ask me how big my stomach was, and then we’d calculate how many mini pancakes would fit inside it. That’s how many she’d make for me. Also incredibly delicious: white baguette with Zaanse mayo. That’s it, just bread with mayonnaise. It doesn’t get more sophisticated than that, but we couldn’t get enough of it.’
Saskia: ‘When my brother and I came home from school, Grandma would always give us a sandwich with Smac. So delicious.’
Rob: ‘My mother would sometimes make us an evening snack by pouring yogurt over a rusk and sprinkling cinnamon on top. A quick stint in the microwave and it was ready to devour!’
Milou: ‘My grandma could make the very, very, very best meatballs. If we visited and she hadn’t made them, we were genuinely very disappointed.’
Joyce: ‘When my brother and I ate together with our father, we were always allowed to ‘eat something beginning with P’: pizza, pancakes or fries. And whenever he made kale with bacon bits, he’d fry the bacon for so long that it was completely charred. Nice and crunchy, though. That’s how we really knew Dad had cooked.’
Jeske: ‘Our babysitter let us have a special sandwich for lunch every Monday. She’d cut a slice of bread into four pieces, and we could choose what topping we wanted on each piece. Of course, it was always chocolate sprinkles, Nutella, peanut butter and fruit sprinkles.’
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