Karma Cheese, or Words in a Family Lexicon
Date: December 26 (Boxing Day), probably 2004
Setting: 7 AM, on the ferry from Victoria to the mainland
Characters: One bright-eyed father, one dopey mother (DM), one newly daughter (DD1) and her husband, one university-age son, one university-age daughter.
DD1 (seated across the aisle from DM): Did you bring any karma cheese?
DM: Huh? What's karma cheese? Is it a Dutch thing?
DD1: No, you know, Mom - Karma Cheese
DM: Huh? (it was very early, the day after Christmas) I have no idea what Karma Cheese is. Is it good?
DD1: (patiently) Not cheese, Mom. C A R M U N C H I E S - You know, food for the trip. I brought Banana Bread.
And thus, a new phrase was added to our family lexicon. Now, when heading out on a trip, someone is sure to ask about the Karma Cheese.
Our bags are packed and we're ready to sail on whatever ferry we land on this afternoon. We have books to read if we have to wait, as is likely this time of year.
The bathrooms are scrubbed, the floors vacuumed, the plants watered, shirts are ironed. With time to spare I thought of Karma Cheese aka Car Munchies. I had some pastry shells in the freezer so I thought a few butter tarts might not come amiss. In the oven within 5 minutes. Easy.
What's your preferred Karma Cheese (car munchy)?