Bugles.
Those little one-inch cornucopias of snacking corn goodness!!
My sister and brothers and I always knew it was time for card club at our house when Bugles appeared in the cupboard! It also meant we could stay up past bedtime in Mom and Dad's bedroom watching tv, eating snacks, and pretending we were "big kids". Bugles were cause to let the inagination run wild!!
Bugles taste great alone, or with vegeable dip (my favorite) or french onion dip (Leisa's favorite). They taste good with the pale, pinkish, pimento cheese spread that comes in the rectangular, little jars. They taste good without dips at all! The C-R-U-N-C-H when you bit into them is so satisfying.
Nip off the end and they are a horn to call the troop together, or play in the marching band. Pretend to fill them and they become the ice cream cone stacked high with your favorite flavor. Turn them upside down and they are the dunce cap from "Little House on the Prairie" school.
Once those imgination options were exhausted or we fell into fighting among ourselves, Mom would pop her head into the room and tell us to "settle down" it was bedtime. Rather difficult to do with all of the snacks and pop in our system! To actually get us quiet and asleep required at least two trips from Mom and the last trip from Dad. If Dad came in the the room, we knew if he returned a second time, the next trip would be cause for a spanking. Not that I ever remember getting spanked for that but the threat was real enough to us.
Mysteriously, we always awoke in our own beds the next morning, not remembering how we got there. Usually the latest dream would proffer the wildest guesses - the Transformer robot (Todd's usual guess), faeries (Leisa's guess), or a giant hand that gently plucked us from Mom and Dad's bed to our own (my usual dream).
I loved Bugles then. I still do. I just don't buy them because I would eat the entire box in one sitting. I just have no restraint with some foods so I just don't keep them in the house. But the memories those foods bring back never fade.
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