“It’s crackerjack!” a taster reportedly reported in 1896 after testing a sample of Fritz and Louis Rueckheim’s molasses-flavoured candy-coated popcorn and peanuts, which they had imaginatively called “Candied Popcorn and Peanuts” when they first mass produced it for the Chicago World’s Fair in 1893.
The name stuck. Just like Cracker Jack does in your teeth when you eat it. I hope this name will stick too, because, quite frankly, I’m getting tired of renaming this blog. Despite its relative youth, or perhaps because of it, this blog has had more names than you can shake a stick at. Some lasted a day or two. Some a week or two. But none stuck like I expect this one to. (She wrote confidently.)
Prior to becoming associated with what some historians call the first “junk food,” the word crackerjack referred to something of exceptionally fine quality, “a person or thing that shows marked ability or excellence,” as in “AmazingSusan is a crackerjack blogger.” (You know what they say: ‘fake it until you make it!)
The now-unknown 1896 taste tester loved the gooey popcorn snack he sampled. I hope you react the same way to CrackerJacks, the blog.
Equally, the blog is named for the term “gone crackers,” which, in my neck of the woods, means to go crazy. Which I have. On many occasions. Sometimes a little. Sometimes a lot. And that’s a good thing! So yeah, expect to find a soupcon of the offbeat here.
What else would you like to know? Oh yes, of course. Something about me! Let’s see. I’m a renaissance woman who writes on a wide range of topics (check out the category list) in a variety of styles from feminist funk and fanciful fluff to serious self-exploration and writerly reflection.
I pen creative non-fiction, as well as what might be called “traditional” op/ed blog pieces. I recently bumped into poetry and am now discovering how badly I can mangle it. I’m also in the process of writing a play, as well as a book, about my experiences caring for my 85-year-old Mom, Pinkie Patti; she has Alzheimer’s disease.
A few final thoughts on CrackerJacks the blog: It may stick in your craw and/or make you think, feel, or do something. It may be a nice light snack when you fancy something sweet, salty, or nutty.
Like Cracker Jack the popcorn treat (which contains a prize in every box), CrackerJacks the blog, harbours a “prize” in every post.
(BTW, I love popcorn, don’t you? I’m a big fan of Orville Redenbacher’s microwavable plain. Add a dash, just a dash mind you, of salt, and a teaspoon of butter if you’re skinny jeans still fit, and voila! the perfect accompaniment for a glass of champagne. Come to think of it, champagne goes with just about everything doesn’t it…).
Prizes vary in value from virtual pennies to priceless awakenings. What you get out of CrackerJacks depends on you. Every post you choose to read contains hidden treasure for you and only you, but it’s up to you to find it.
There’s a whole universe of possibilities for you to unearth. No purchase necessary, no forms to fill out, no SASE to send. All you have to do is subscribe and CrackerJacks will show up in your inbox and/or reader.
I’ll bring the popcorn, toothpicks, and champagne. You bring the floss. Woot! Let’s go a little crazy…