Cocoa, rollmops, cornstarch pudding, and whitefish (not together!

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When I was a child, we lived on an acreage out of town, and I rode a school bus to the county school. Every day after school I would go home from my bus stop and drop in at my grandparents' place (they lived next door) for a cup of cocoa. My grandparents would ask how school went, they'd tell me about what went on around home, and I would get to play with their dog.
Rollmops are pickled herring -- strips of herring wrapped around a section of dill pickle and fastened with a toothpick. They're sold in jars, with vinegar and onions added. My grandparents and great-aunt approved of the way I could eat them without having to also eat something else at the same time to lessen the strong taste; apparently some people need to combine rollmops with bread or crackers to get it down!

Anyway, one particular childhood memory stands out... I was 6 years old at the time, and I recall getting a treat of rollmops one night. Then my dog noticed what we were eating and got extremely curious. My dad figured it would be fun to see if the dog would actually eat one, and to all of our surprise, he loved them!
My grandmother often made cornstarch pudding, and I loved to have a bowl of it with some milk while she read to me. I remember eating pudding and listening to her read
Anne of Green Gables,
Girl of the Limberlost, and
Singing Wheels.
Again, a memory of my grandmother: she couldn't cook vegetables without turning them into the most awful tasteless stuff. But what she could do with fish -- especially Pigeon Lake whitefish -- was pure culinary magic! It was such a treat when we had fish she'd prepared, and I remember savoring every single bite.
