Food For Thought
I've always wondered what the hell makes a graham cracker a graham cracker. Does graham mean anything? What the hell does it take for a cracker to be graham? Earlier today I grew restless. I wanted answers. Here's what I found:
G. David Graham was born August 6, 1883 to Gertrude and Bertrude Graham in a small town outside Birmingham, Alabama. As a child, G. David was used to getting into all sorts of trouble. At the age of five, in a legendary case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, he was found trying to stuff a nearby companion into a hollow tree stump about 2 feet high, "just to see if he would fit." Also found in the stump were nearly a dozen pork sausages, rancid, Bertrude's missing spectacles, and a dead field mouse. In school G. David only excelled at making enemies. Sighting experiments in gravity, he would often be found hiding in trees, defecating upon passers by.
G. David's childhood was troubled indeed. So far reaching did his reputation become that his name began to assume everyday roles in the English language; much to the dismay of Gertrude and Bertrude, the name "Graham" became synonymous with trouble, with social exclusion. "Do what I say or you'll end up Graham," parents would tell their kids. It was a dark time for the Graham family name.
And so, years later, a cracker was born into the world. This cracker, however, did not fit the mold that had been formed over the years by its predecessors. It was oddly shaped and colored. It tasted delightful when sandwiching chocolate and marshmallow. It was the outcast of the cracker world, and it didn't take long before it was known as the Graham Cracker.
And that is the story of how the legend of G. David Graham survived through the ages to leave a lasting mark on the world of crackers as we know it. Gertrude and Bertrude may not have been proud of their son's actions, but at least they can rest in the comfort that for as long as there are crackers in this world their name will be known, loved , and s'mored.
Note: the above information is 100% factual and can be found here
G. David Graham was born August 6, 1883 to Gertrude and Bertrude Graham in a small town outside Birmingham, Alabama. As a child, G. David was used to getting into all sorts of trouble. At the age of five, in a legendary case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, he was found trying to stuff a nearby companion into a hollow tree stump about 2 feet high, "just to see if he would fit." Also found in the stump were nearly a dozen pork sausages, rancid, Bertrude's missing spectacles, and a dead field mouse. In school G. David only excelled at making enemies. Sighting experiments in gravity, he would often be found hiding in trees, defecating upon passers by.
G. David's childhood was troubled indeed. So far reaching did his reputation become that his name began to assume everyday roles in the English language; much to the dismay of Gertrude and Bertrude, the name "Graham" became synonymous with trouble, with social exclusion. "Do what I say or you'll end up Graham," parents would tell their kids. It was a dark time for the Graham family name.
And so, years later, a cracker was born into the world. This cracker, however, did not fit the mold that had been formed over the years by its predecessors. It was oddly shaped and colored. It tasted delightful when sandwiching chocolate and marshmallow. It was the outcast of the cracker world, and it didn't take long before it was known as the Graham Cracker.
And that is the story of how the legend of G. David Graham survived through the ages to leave a lasting mark on the world of crackers as we know it. Gertrude and Bertrude may not have been proud of their son's actions, but at least they can rest in the comfort that for as long as there are crackers in this world their name will be known, loved , and s'mored.
Note: the above information is 100% factual and can be found here
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