You may think I made a typo and meant to write “Google It.” Nope. I meant to write “Koogle It.”
Like every other kid, I loved peanut butter and jelly sandwiches … especially when served with barbeque potato chips. We always had peanut butter in the house — it was an inexpensive staple. I even liked peanut butter and honey sandwiches. The King liked peanut butter and Miracle Whip sandwiches. It’s true. Oh, you thought I meant Elvis. No, Elvis liked peanut butter and banana sandwiches. My Dad liked peanut butter and Miracle Whip sandwiches. I think he still does. I tried them once. I think I made it through one bite.
I remember one fun-filled evening at the Coen homestead in Vallejo when all the aunts, uncles and cousins came over for a party. The uncles were playing pool in the garage and drinking Oly. The aunts were hanging out inside. I can’t remember what they were doing — maybe knitting, or crocheting, or churning butter … and drinking Oly. All of us cousins were running around crazy outside. Before we knew it, it was near midnight and our RC Cola sugar rushes were wearing off. We needed food. So my Mom, being as cool as she was, organized a peanut butter and jelly sandwich assembly line in the kitchen with the aunts. All of us kids lined up at the back kitchen door and they handed each of us a paper plate with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a stack of barbeque potato chips. It was kid heaven–staying up after ten o’clock AND getting more empty calories.
After our PBJ’s and BBQ chips, we all sprawled out on the living room floor to watch Creature Features. That living room floor was covered with a bright red shag carpet. I remember having to rake it. We had a bright red glass divider in the entry way, and red knick-knacks here and there. Apparently red was all the rage in 1972, but our living room looked like somebody opened the elevator doors from “The Shining” in there.
In the mid ‘70s, Mom discovered an exciting peanut butter concoction at the grocery store: Koogle. This delicacy was a peanut butter spread mixed with chocolate — or vanilla, banana or cinnamon. Koogle was delicious, and it had an awesome label, too:
It was like the poor man’s Nutella®. I loved sneaking into the kitchen and eating a big spoonful of Koogle. If you know me well, you know which flavor was my favorite — the chocolate, obviously. My favorite treat today is still this:
“You got your peanut butter on my chocolate!” “You got your chocolate in my peanut butter!” Either way, who cares, I’ll take it. And yes, I can hear a few of you responding, “That’s what she said.”