So growing up, Tammy was quite the baker. She was the antithesis of me. You see, I would bake brownies that were known as “hockey pucks”, and Tammy was Duff Goldman from Food Network’s Ace of Cakes. She bakes to this day, and her homemade chocolates featured over the winter holidays are legendary.
Our family dinners were even more exciting if we knew Tammy had baked that day. We eagerly awaited her cookies, cakes, puddings, or whatever other creation she had come up with. The desserts were so yummy, we could get rather rowdy in anticipation with encouragement from Uncle David.
Whenever Dad and Mom went out of town, Uncle David always came to stay with us. He was a gregarious man, and we always enjoyed his visits. On one such visit, I don’t recall what Tammy had made, but Uncle David was ready for his dessert. He pounded on the table and loudly chanted, “We want de-ssert. We want de-ssert. We want de-ssert. Dessert, dessert, dessert, dessert. Dessert, dessert, dessert, dessert. We want de-ssert,…” The rest of us joined in and the chanting continued until dessert was served.
Even after Uncle David went back to New York, the chant was a regular part of our mealtime silliness. We’ve even been known to do it as adults…
“We want de-ssert…”
(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)