What about a piece of white bread with cinnamon and sugar on it? And our Xmas was festivities on Xmas eve til late with, get ready, all home made except the peanut brittle. Popcorn balls, choc and pb nut fudge, choc chip cookies,spritz cookie, ground bologna sandwichs with tomato soup- this was to save you from od’ing on the sugary intake. And, the ribbon candy and the cherry candy from the store ,and mixed in the shell nuts. Of course Pepsi to keep us hydrated.

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I love Fig Newtons, too. No one else in my family likes them, but that’s more for me. My daughter even made me a batch of homemade ones for my birthday; they’re a LOT of work, but oh, so tasty. Don, you might try Newman’s Own, “Fig Newmans”, the low fat version: they get stale quicker than the classic Fig Newtons. Fresh, stale, when it comes to Fig Newtons, I’m in. Thanks for the sweet story and cool graphic!

That s a highly sensual square of Newton imagery. I lust for the pattern. Soft pajamas maybe.

Stale white bread (loaf) with barbecue anything, ftw…

How far a leap would it be to go from here to Chef Boyardee Raviolis? Not the cheese ones, or the minis, or the hideous “double stuffed” ones, just the originals – I’m a purist.

In the unstructured freedom of my youth, many days after school, I would make a yummy Fig Newton and Hot Dog sandwich by splitting open up both the Fig Newtons and the hot dogs, frying the latter and using the former as the bread element. Yes. you read me right. They were so delicious, especially with hot mustard, and were made even more so when consumed from the top of our huge, stately, Wild Cherry tree in the back yard. From this lofty perch, I digested contents my day and called out to the neighbor’s beagle far below me, who was quite bewildered as to my whereabouts. My greatest reward was to encounter the various, other-worldly-looking creatures which I seldom see today; Salamanders, Walking Sticks, Praying Mantises, and gigantic ants feeding on the tree’s sap. I wonder. Could they have been after a bite of my
Fig Newton Hot Dog sandwich?

In the unstructured freedom of my youth, many days after school, I would make a yummy Fig Newton and Hot Dog sandwich by splitting open up both the Fig Newtons and the hot dogs, frying the latter and using the former as the bread element. Yes. you read me right. They were so delicious, especially with hot mustard, and were made even more so when consumed from the top of our huge, stately, Wild Cherry tree in the back yard. From this lofty perch, I digested contents my day and called out to the neighbor’s beagle far below me, who was quite bewildered as to my whereabouts. My greatest reward was to encounter the various, other-worldly-looking creatures which I seldom see today; Salamanders, Walking Sticks, Praying Mantises, and gigantic ants feeding on the tree’s sap. I wonder. Could they have been after a bite of my
Fig Newton Hot Dog sandwich?

I love your fig Newton story. I spent a couple of short stints as a paleontological volunteer, digging up dinosaur bones in the hot high-plains Wyoming summer. The infamous Bob Bakker was running the dig. He had a definite technique for preparing fig newtons. You open one “clip” at a time (remember fig newtons come in two clips per package) and set the newtons in the sun to toast and become slightly crispy. Best when served immediately.

I can not blame my addiction to stale Peeps chicks on my parents. I introduced myself to Peeps as a young adult. I am frequently too impatient to age them into staleness. I put them in the freezer to crunch-ify.

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My daddy’s favourite cookie was Fig Newton’s and his favourite cereal was Grape Nuts. He was just a regular guy.
I emulated him! However now I put up fig jam from Brown Turkey and Celeste fig trees. The jam is great on hot buttered biscuits or stale challah toast!
Love your blog, Don. Keep on truckin!💙

I’m a sweetaholic. However, I cannot stand fig newtons. Never could. When I went away to graduate school, Dad drove me to IU and helped me move into the graduate dorm. Before he left he gave me a box and told me not to open it until he’d left.

Inside he had packed a lot of practical items I hadn’t thought about…office supplies, postcard to mail missives home, etc. Lest I get too teary-eyed about being away from home for the first time, he’d also left me with, you guessed it, a package of fig newtons.

I’m a sweetaholic. However, I cannot stand fig newtons. Never could. When I went away to graduate school, Dad drove me to IU and helped me move into the graduate dorm. Before he left he gave me a box and told me not to open it until he’d left.

Inside he had packed a lot of practical items I hadn’t thought about…office supplies, postcard to mail missives home, etc. Lest I get too teary-eyed about being away from home for the first time, he’d also left me with, you guessed it, a package of fig newtons.

This was laugh-out-loud funny, Don. Thank you. I love all the comments. I grew up in the ‘50s, too, in eastern Pa., and I ate everything my mom made, artichokes, eggplant, even scrapple and the tongue my grandmother had in her fridge. I remember my mom mixing grape jelly into our scrambled eggs. I guess to make them more palatable, and effectively turning them green.
The only road trips we’d take were to go to the Jersey Shore (about 3 hours away) and, alas, there never were any snacks in the car that I can remember. Besides, back then gas stations only seemed to sell gum, a few candy bars and cigarettes.

A special treat at visits with my mom to a neighbor lady with a piano: White bread with spreads of mayo and strawberry jam. Every part was exotic and so special in the small town in korea in 80’s!

Never much of a vegetable fan, but mom tried. And NOTHING is better than some fresh, crisp iceberg lettuce with a couple of teaspoons of sugar on it!

And, as someone else has mentioned, dried apricots, which we called “camel lips” (a name that cannot be unlearned!).

On our family road trips with 5 kids (my husband usually stayed home and worked)..I would stop to gas up and run into the station and get Chicken Strips, Fig Newtons and Cokes for all of us to eat as we were going up the highway………..Our kids still comment on those snacks! A good memory of taking a trip!!!! If my husband was driving, he wouldn’t hardly stop the car until we reached our destination! and we had to BEG him to stop for a potty break!

My dad loved fig newtons and put them in the refrigerator. He would not share them with us kids. I thought that they must be the best cookie in the world so one day I sneaked into the frig and took one. It was the worse thing I ever tasted. But, he also loved chocolate covered caramels, my favorite to this day.

My mom invented the “goo sandwich”—one slice of soft white bread spread with syrup, butter, and peanut butter (in that order). Delicious!!

My mom invented the “goo sandwich”—one slice of soft white spread with syrup, butter, and peanut butter (in that order). Delicious!!

My family had some inexplicable (at least, to me) holiday favorites in the treat department. One was ribbon candy, which was made of brightly colored thin hard pure sugar candy that was pleated into treacherous folds. Though it was pretty, one had to break it up to eat it and the shards were brittle and sharp-edged. To my mind, it had less flavor than, say, Life Savers, and I failed to see the value in trying to eat something that could pierce my gums. Another was those rubbery marshmallow “circus peanuts” which my dad loved. There were also hard candy pillows filled with a cloying yellowish brown sugar and peanut butter paste that reminded me of what it might feel like to crunch into a dead beetle. And dad loved those boxes of those bizarre Licorice All-sorts (licorice based candies in various shapes with garish sugar frostings and sprinkles) which to me tasted like road tar smelled. I was always relieved that the stocking treats also included a lot of foil wrapped chocolates — I could trade the other candies that I found disgusting to my younger sister who seemed to love all of them.

We did shift the traditional Xmas day dinner from the laborious turkey feast to a big pan of lasagna when I got old enough to make it for the family myself. It’s something I still do today (though I don’t have any family living or nearby with whom to celebrate Christmas any more). I add a lot of spinach and arugula to the filling to make it festively red and green.

I am more of a cookie fiend for holidays. Our meager budget when I was very young precluded buying pricey Oreos that we kids begged for, but Mom found a recipe for roll-and-cut chocolate cookies that she would make up and fill with vanilla or peppermint flavored buttercream icing (which we called Faux-reos) that were actually so delicious that she had to ration them to us and hide the canister of them so we would not gorge ourselves.

I do like Fig Newtons especially for fuel and snacks on hiking and kayaking trips because they are so durable for squishing into snug pockets. And eating them on long drives means fewer lap crumbs than other cookies produce as well as the beneficial side effect of the fig fiber on road trip constipation. I did stop eating them as an older kid when I learned the creepy way that figs are pollenated, but relented when I reached adulthood and became less squeamish. I admit that i prefer mine a little more chewy than stale and discovered that ones that have gone too dry can be rehydrated by sticking them in a zip lock baggie with a slice of blandly flavored fresh bread.

A billion years ago now, my mom often let us snack on dried apricots, which she laughingly called “baby ears.” Kinda sounds horrifying now, but back then we kids thought it was hilarious. Still call them that now, of course.

My favorite stale food is the cereal (do they still make ’em?) Corn Pops!

My mother fixed hot rice with butter and sugar on it, and called it a “vegetable” — maybe in the sense of being a side dish?

Pink snowballs. My grandparents had them on a high shelf next to Mr Potato Head parts

Venison jerky, shade-dried, with salt, pepper & allspice. We could barely wait the two days until it was ready (northern Nevada, where the skies are not cloudy all day).

I still prefer ‘crunchy’ Juicy Fruit or Spearmint stick gum. It snaps when you bite into it, never really develops any flavour and loses its sweetness within seconds…I don’t even know how gum managed to dehydrate instantly in my grandmother’s purse (along with ‘stale’ Kleenex packs and the occasional lint-coated pillow mint that tasted slightly like coins). Being that it was before the time of Costco bulk shopping…I can only guess that she was buying packs of gum individually at the grocery store?

It’s more a memory of the neighbors; some nice older people who would typically keep cookies on hand. The usual variety found, especially in the summer months, were those plain vanilla brand x sort of sandwich cookies (you know, kind of like an Oreo, with the white filling). They were always placed in a cookie jar which had no particular seal to it. Which meant in the humidity of summer, it only took an afternoon or two before they became strangely soft, almost chewy.

These cookies were never good for dunking in milk, like the stereotypical Oreo, but I grew to prefer them soft. So much so I kind of hated them in the winter, when the dry air proved incapable of creating the same consistency. Once in a great while, I still find myself getting a package of them. But only at the height of summer, and I always take the plastic cover off and let them absorb the ambient humidity for a solid day or two.

My New England, Anglophile grandmother always served Garibaldi cookies. They’re rather like a Fig Newton, but a soft cookie with currants mixed throughout. We loved them, but always referred to them as “dead fly cookies.” She didn’t see the humor.

Spam. That’s one I remember fondly, but couldn’t eat ever again, knowing the fat-and sodium-filled ingredients and their affect on the average adult’s health .
That is, unless someone else was frying some of this aromatic pork ‘variety meat’ and offered me some. Yes, I’m weak.

Stale fig Newtons are good too, but Oreos are better.

I LOVE stale fig newtons too! And stale peeps! And stale candy circus peanuts!

For me, from deep childhood the perfect Easter treat is stale peeps. My partner knows this, buys a package early in April, breaks the cellophane and hides them on a shelf so that they have time to get nice and chewy.

My oldest likes stale Peeps, guess that goes to my parenting:)

“I am a Fig Newton and a jar is not my home. For I am different, not some cookie clone. In a world of chocolate chips, my uniqueness stands alone. For I am a Fig Newton and will always be, please do not confuse me with your average cookie.”

I took advertising in college and wrote that for a campaign. In 1989. Seems Newtons have a way of standing the test of time, stale or otherwise.

Yes fig newton apron or oven mitts??
My favourite snack is cold weiners and very sticky cinnamon buns. Our go to at the drive in and on long family road trips!

I too am in complete and total love of this big fig newton (remember the ad jingle?) print and would throw my money at you if you put it on a scarf, shirt or other such fine wearable!!!

P.S. – My mom fed us butter and sugar sandwiches on special, rare occasions. For a woman who wouldn’t allow us to eat sugary cereals – this was quite the anomaly.

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