I remember the days, long ago... when I would leave school, late afternoon, a stack of books on my arm; and hurriedly head for home. I'd walk briskly, hoping to be home in time to catch the drama unfolding between Angelique and Barnabas Collins. I'd sit there entranced with the latest episode of Dark Shadows... a sleeve of Ritz crackers, a jar of peanut butter, and grape jelly on the coffee table in front of me. In the middle of each cracker, I'd shape a tiny volcano of peanut butter and fill its crater with a dollop of grape jelly. In one bite, I'd consume this treat. Mold, fill, munch, repeat... washed down with a tall, cold glass of milk.
This particular snack has morphed over the years with a base of organic, multi-grain crackers, instead, and no milk, but I still have a soft spot for the buttery crunch of a Ritz!
Up until recently I believed that all it took to tame any beast was a sleeve of Ritz crackers.
And then we had sheep... who, unlike any of our other farm animals, were lukewarm about these flakey, buttery treats. What I didn't know at the time was that our sheep each had a sweet tooth.
It wasn't until last year's introduction to graham crackers that any real...