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This Is Why I’m So Obsessed With The 90’s.

I started feeling nostalgic for the old places that held significance throughout my childhood on a drive back to the Twin Cities last week. They beckoned me, which was strange, because ever since my mom passed away I’ve avoided them like the plague.

Days before, I had attended a work training in which the facilitator read Shel Silverstein’s The Giving Tree out loud. I remember hearing this story many times before, but I don’t remember it making me feel so sad.

The story was fresh on my mind and so I visited the tree just beyond the fence at Diamond Path Elementary School before heading back to Iowa. I felt so much joy upon our reunion.

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We used to sneak back to this tree during recess. My friends and I would lean against its trunk and dream about what we wanted to become when we grew up.

I made one last detour so I could drive past my old house and follow our most traveled walking path. We had built our house before the path existed, back when this pond was dead and murky and the trees were young. Over nearly two decades, my family walked this path a thousand times. We followed it to school and around the parks, and we rollerbladed its hills forwards and backwards.

My mother loved to walk and so we followed the path together, usually with our beloved family dogs.

Losing loved ones is strange.

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I paused here, half expecting them to march around the corner at any moment.

People my age are so obsessed with the 90’s because, for the first time, we feel our childhoods slipping away. The toys that we liked, the clothes that we wore, the foods that we ate are all becoming relics and the mere sight of them makes us wax poetically like they were the greatest things ever.

We feel unsettled when we see Friends and Full House have replaced Mork & Mindy and I Dream of Jeannie on Nick at Night. And how could we have known that we’d speak of Shark Bites with so much enthusiasm or that an empty bottle of OK Soda might sell for $75 on eBay?

Many of us are starting our own families and feeling anxious as we notice our parents aging. Some of them are downsizing and selling our childhood homes now that we’ve moved out. When we drive by our old homes for nostalgia’s sake, we find ourselves holding our breath in anticipation to see if the new owners have sustained our giving trees.

Some of us have lost loved ones and we no longer believe we’re invincible. We can see that there’s an end in sight and that it’s inevitable and totally real. We’ve moved past our quarter life crises and are on to the next.

It’s not that we’re the first generation to feel these things; it’s just we’re starting to feel these things for the first time. Or at least, I am.

I never did see my mom and two dogs turn that corner and the denim jacket waiting in the back of my closet still hasn’t cycled back into style, but the magnolia tree beneath my old bedroom window still grows, and so, for now, everything still feels all right.

The Ten Most Memorable Foods We Ate During The 90’s + Lunchable Pepperoni Pizza Revisit

I missed throw-back Thursday, but I want to take a moment to talk about those 90’s foods we ate as kids and revisit an old favorite.

Munch ’ems
Just the mere sight of a box brought the flavor of Munch ’ems Sour Cream & Onion and cheese powders back into my mouth, two decades later where I am unhappy to say they are still lingering. My lunches were accompanied by so many Munch ’ems.

WOW! Chips
WOW! chips were supposedly a revolutionary fat-free potato chips fried in a magical substance called Olestra. People gobbled WOW! potato chips and Doritos like crazy until they learned that eating them in large quantities caused diarrhea and gas, and that Olestra prevents the body from absorbing vitamins.

WOW! we’re fat-free chips became WOW! you have diarrhea which is probably why I haven’t seen or heard the word Olestra since the 90’s. My parents were very strict about portion control, so Wow!-induced intestinal distress was never an issue for us (that I can remember). I hope America learned to eat real chips. Just not too many.

Snackwells Fat Free Cookies
My folks were really into the fat-free and sugar-free food movement that surged (no pun intended) during the 90’s.

Our cupboards were always filled with these green boxes of Snackwell’s diet cookies. I ate them, but did not especially like them. As an adult, I’d rather eat no cookie than a fat and sugar-free cookie. I am morally opposed to diet desserts which is why I won’t bring myself to purchase Snackwell’s products for research purposes.

If you are feeling nostalgic, view this compilation of Snackwell’s advertisements that aired between 1993-1998. As the video’s poster aptly states, click only if you are willing to sacrifice 13-minutes of your life you will never get back.

Clearly Canadian
Damn, I actually miss this stuff.

My parents might have bought many of these processed food in the 90’s, but they made sure we ate a serving of fruit and vegetables with each meal and limited our soft drink consumption. Jake is always amused to find I attempt to enforce similar rules as an adult, most especially the “two-cookie” rule. We were brought up to believe one should never eat more than two cookies at a time.

We could drink Clearly Canadian as a treat. The company branded these sodas as a healthier option than regular soda and offered fruit flavors that were less common at the time. Whether or not they were healthier, I am not sure, but they sure were clear. My personal favorite was Mountain Blackberry.

Our public school did not sell soda pop in the lunch line, but they did sell lots of Clearly Canadians and slushies (because those are so much healthier). All the cool kids nursed bottles of Clearly Canadian and we felt peer-pressured to pass them down our long lunch tables so everyone could have a sip. This makes me gag, now.

Ok Soda
This mysterious Coca Cola soda only reached test markets between 1993-1995 and Minneapolis-St. Paul was fortunate enough to be included. The only place I ever bought this soda was from the vending machine at church before Wednesday night youth group or choir.

I was drawn to the strange designs on the cans. It was very moody and kind of depressing which probably matched my adolescent frame of mind.

I remember the soda was clear, but can’t even remember what it tasted like. Only, that tasted was less exciting than I assumed based upon the marketing and packaging. According to urban legend, OK Soda tasted like every soda mixed together. I feel like that combination should have had more flavor . Actually, I think I just liked the moody can.

Dessert Yogurts
Just as Greek yogurt is all the rage these days, colorful, sugar-laden yogurts were popular in the 90’s.

We stocked cartons of these fat-free and sugar-free yogurts sweetened with aspartame which I always found to have a nasty, distinguishable flavor.

We ate Dannon Sprinkl’ins yogurt packaged with sprinkles that left colorful residue swirled throughout the product. I also remember eating a yogurt that came with a pouch of powder that you’d pour into the yogurt to transform its color and flavor.

Try not to gawk at the questionable bannanastrawberry in this Dannon commercial from 1994.

Worst of all was flourescent Trix yogurt of which I begged my parents to purchase. I think they still make it, but this is another item I can’t bring myself to indulge in, even for the sake of research.

Plantars Cheez Balls
We bought these by the tin. I can’t remember if my parents declared a certain number of cheese balls per serving, but the fact that they tore up the roof of my mouth if I ate too many may have been enough incentive to eat in moderation. I ate so many Cheez Balls throughout the 90’s that similar products are no longer appealing and this is very uncharacteristic of my junk food tastes.

Amazin’ Fruit
I saw a photo of Amazin’ Fruit on the Buzzfeed quiz How Many 90’s Foods Have You Tried and felt such a large emotional response that I added them to my list.

How could you forget this commercial?

I seem to remember my mom included them in our lunch boxes for special treats and bought bags for my brother and I to eat on the way home from piano lessons.They were highly coveted sweets had one been lucky enough to find a bag in his or her Halloween stash.

Shark Bites
I’m not sure what made Shark Bites fruit snacks more special than any other fruit snacks, except that they were shaped like a shark and are discontinued, making us all go “awwww,” out of nostalgia.

They made frequent appearances in my lunch bags (along with String Things that tasted like cherry cough syrup) and I liked the white ones the best.

Make your own pizza Lunchables.
Cold pizza is ok. But cold, assemble-your-own cold pizza? This was my favorite lunch to take to school.

We also ate other Lunchables as treats. Eventually, slimy rounds of lunch meat laden with gristle lost their appeal, no matter how pretty the packaging. As an adult, I revisited the Lunchables section for kicks and giggles which quickly transformed into horror. The Lunchables “without drink” are one thing. The combo packs are another.

Lunchable’s packages their meat, cracker and cheese combination with a Kit Kat and Capri Sun. The Luchables Uploaded line is another monster. One kit includes make your own cold chicken tacos + Cheez-Its, Oreos, a bottle of water and a packet of Kool-Aid tropical punch flavoring because God forbid our kids grow up to drink water that tastes like water, right?

The company notes each product’s nutritional “highlights.” This pizza variety is an “Excellent source of calcium and protein.”

Pizza Lunchables Revisited:

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I bought a pepperoni pizza Lunchable without drink at Target for $1.60 and invited Jake to join me on my revisit. I haven’t eaten a pizza Lunchable since middle school while Jake has never eaten one.

The little pizza crust discs are much smaller than I remember, which might not be such a bad thing. You get three.

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We assembled our first pizza.

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I watched Jake take his first bite. He likened the product to biting into a frozen pizza that was left to thaw.

I found the product to taste exactly like I remembered. I actually didn’t hate it and may or may not have helped myself to a second round.

“This is gross and you’re gross if you like it,” exclaims Jake. I guess that means I’m partially gross. I can live with that.

Obviously, I won’t be purchasing these again, but I must confess I did not find this trip down memory lane as revolting as Jake.

What foods defined your 90’s? What do you miss and what are you glad is discontinued?

Counting My “Happies”

I appreciate bloggers who keep it real.

Projecting bubbly positivity all of the time, frankly, drives me nuts (i.e. the student in the movie Mean Girls who says I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy.”However, the other end of the spectrum that only focuses on what’s going wrong in life isn’t much better. There’s got to be a balance somewhere in the middle of these extremes.

Nobody’s life is always amazing and nobody’s life is always devoid of any good.  I’m drawn to those who write about both the heartbreaks and triumphs in life and I think it’s possible to share both while remaining hopeful.

I’ve mentioned her before, but of my favorite bloggers is Beth Ann Chiles who writes It’s Just Life: Finding Extraordinary in the Ordinary. She recently wrote a post counting all of her “Happies,” or those little things in everyday life that bring joy. Reading her list of happies genuinely did make me feel happy and reminded me of some of my own. These are my everyday joys. What’s on your list?

My Happies

  • Hearing birds sing again at the beginning of each spring, no matter how early or if it wakes me up in the morning (Birds generally freak me out, otherwise).
  •  When a bartender creates a martini with my perfect ratio of gin, vermouth and olive juice.
Ward 6 martini Sept 2013

We’re never disappointed with the cocktails at Ward 6 in East St. Paul, MN.

  • Jumping into a bed made with freshly laundered sheets while wearing freshly laundered pajamas.
  • Surrendering to the adrenaline high I get from watching suspenseful television shows with cliffhangers like Game of Thrones and House of Cards.
  • Rocking out to old Lady Gaga and Katy Perry songs while driving in the car.
  • Receiving mail. Real, old school mail!
  • Treating myself to raised donuts (or anything) with rainbow sprinkles.
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A coworker treated us to these cheesecake bars from Taste by Unc’s Cheesecakes in Osage, IA. Not usually a cheesecake fan, but I had to try the one with rainbow sprinkles.

  • Reading fantastic lists featuring 90’s pop culture on websites like Buzzfeed. I especially liked 21 Smells 90’s Girls Will Never Forget and 371 Reasons Why Being A 90’s Girl Rocked Our Jellies Off.
  • My morning coffee. It makes me really, really happy. On the flip side, if I do not drink this, bad things tend to happen and I find myself wanting the whole world to burn.
  • Spotting a Wartburg College sticker on someone else’s car.
  • That Trayse the dog tries to communicate with us through loud, meeping yawns, grunts and snorts.
  • Finding Trayse the dog curled up next to my pile of clothes when I get out of the shower. If we leave any article of clothing on the floor or bed, even if it’s just a sock, he’ll snuggle against it like this.

Trayse Happy

  • Eating appetizers like little smokies in BBQ Sauce, crock pot meatballs, and spinach dip at parties (because I just can’t justify making a whole batch of them for myself at home).
  • Ranch dressing. I’ll order ranch in salads, drizzle it on spaghetti, and dip almost anything into like cheese curds, onion rings, and pizza.
  • The smell of popcorn. This is my favorite smell in the whole world.
  • Still evenings where it’s not windy (keep in mind, I’ve lived in North Dakota and Iowa for the past three years).
  • Lighting a scented candle after I clean the house.
  • Making it through a GREEN light on 4th Street NW in Mason City, IA.
  • Catching the movie Napoleon Dynamite on television.

My Childhood Heroes Sang & Cooked: My Top Four

I’ve been thinking a lot about my childhood heroes and role models.

I recently started a part-time job assisting a nonprofit that matches youth with mentors with their communications and programming. Therefore, the topic of role models and childhood heroes is often swirling around in the forefront of my mind.

This past weekend, the Academy Awards aired on the same night that my cousin took me to the Luke Bryan concert at the Xcel Energy Center in St. Paul, MN. These events made me reminisce about the celebrities that I looked up to during my childhood. 

My childhood role models revolved around food and music, two of my earliest obsessions (besides writing, of course). Here’s my first four:

  • Trisha Yearwood

Trisha Yearwood was my first favorite musician and thereby, my first role model.

I became best friends with a couple gals in elementary school who introduced me to the world of country music during those early years when song lyrics start to mean something. They were obsessed and so I was, too.

The very first concert I ever attended was Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood at the Target Center in Minneapolis. We dressed up as cowgirls and I found my old ticket stub.

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As you can see, I noted that it was, “The best!” Can you believe this lower level ticket only cost $21.50? I suppose it was 1998.

I had ALL of her albums and knew all of the lyrics. I think I still do. The first song I ever fell in love with was, “On a Bus to St. Cloud,” of which the first line even says, “On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota. . . ” This song permanently etched the city of St. Cloud into my memory and built it up as mysterious place I had to visit someday.

Living in Fargo gave me the perfect opportunity to visit St. Cloud. On a solo road trip between Minneapolis and Fargo in 2012, I stopped in St. Cloud and visited the White Horse Bar & Restaurant for a spicy Thai burger, of all things. It felt cathartic.

I was disappointed to find I just missed Trisha Yearwood perform at Mystic Lake Casino on the 1st. If I actually got to meet her, I might squee or cry or both.

Anyway, you might have seen Trisha Yearwood’s cooking show on The Food Network. It’s kind of kooky and she treads on Sandra Lee’s Semi-Homemade territory with many of her recipes, but it’s Trisha Yearwood. She sings and she cooks – in the same show! I wish there were more musical cooking shows. Can this please be a thing? Let’s make Jeff Mauro work for his money. . . actually, maybe not.

  • Barbra Streisand

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I come from a musical family. I started piano lessons in first grade, sang in church choir and received a scholarship to play the french horn in college. My early claim to fame is having been cast as the Von Trap family’s adopted Korean daughter Brigitta as a freshman in our high school production of The Sound of Music. I hope Babs would have been proud.

My mom’s parents instilled their love of music in my mom and they played the piano and sang whenever an opportunity arose. We often played the pianos in our grandparents’ nursing homes so residents could stop by and sing along. Although my grandma had severe dementia, she never forgot the lyrics to every verse of her favorite hymns.

We also grew up watching musicals. I borrowed from my mom’s extensive cassette tape collection of which she must have owned every single Barbra Streisand album. They became my favorites and I sang along with them as I listened to them on my boom boxes and Walkman.

  • Fiona Apple

Fiona Apple’s album Tidal released in 1996 was the perfect cure for my hurting, awkward, angry adolescent heart.

  • Anthony Bourdain

I’ve been a fan of Anthony Bourdain since he wrote the book Kitchen Confidential (2000) that launched him into the spotlight. The Food Network used to air his travel show A Cook’s Tour long before he appeared on the Travel Channel.

A Cook’s Tour was gritty for its time. Like No Reservations, Bizarre Foods, and the stunning beautiful Parts Unknown, his most recent series, he visited both developed and developing countries and explored their food and culture. He also swore, drank and smoked on camera which freaked my parents out and made me appreciate him all the more.

Although I’ve read travel memoirs and travel guides since I was old enough to ride my bike to the library, I credit Bourdain for really awakening and feeding my wanderlust. I wanted to explore the world as Bourdain did in A Cook’s Tour, by appreciating local culture, history and customs and not being too standoffish to actually engage in them with those he met along the way.

I am thankful to my childhood heroes for awakening my passions for food and music and providing inspiration during those difficult times when the little me had a hard time envisioning that things would get better. Of course, I had many others role models, but this is the celebrity edition.

Who’s on your list?

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