This post is in honor of my son Lain. He called me last Thursday asking where he could find the itty bitty rings to make tuna salad the way his G’ma (my Mom) used to make it for him when he was a kid.
Lain was getting together the onions, celery, hard-boiled eggs, tuna, and mayo but could not find the rings. He ended up buying alphabet pasta, which was close, but not quite the same.
Well, Lain, I thought maybe it was just California that doesn’t carry them anymore, but I couldn’t find the rings in our grocery store either. But as I was digging through the cupboards looking for spaghetti noodles (which, by the way, I didn’t have and had to make tacos instead), I ran across one box of Creamette Rings. I can’t find a date on them but I bet I took them out of my Mom’s house six (or is it more?) years ago.
THEY MAY BE THE LAST BOX OF CREAMETTE RINGS LEFT ON THE ENTIRE PLANET!
Might be worth coming home for, or Java and I might have to drive them 2000 miles out to you. It’d be totally worth it.