When my husband was a little boy he used to go to visit his grandmother
who lived next door. She would usually have something good for him to eat.
One day she told him that she would make him something very unusual. She
called it graveyard stew. Now of course a young child would be very
intrigued by this and he pictured in his mind something made from old
bones that were dug up from the local cemetery. She told him to wait in
the other room while she concocted this special dish in the kitchen. When
his grandmother called him in she said, "close your eyes dear and don't
open them till I tell you." He sat down at the table and she put a spoon
in his hand. "Open your eyes now Bobby." Before him was a dish of bread
cubes, milk, sugar and a touch of cinnamon. It tasted very good and when
he asked why it was called "graveyard stew" his grandmother replied,
"Because if you ate it all the time (Eke some people in the days of the
Great Depression) had to, you might end up in a graveyard." Nevertheless,
"graveyard stew" does taste good and children might like to try it. I hope
it brings back a memory or two to some of you who might have had this
"dessert" when you were growing up.