I was at my dad's the other week looking through my mom's recipe books. I wanted to find her recipe for a weird dip she used to make back in the 1970s that she called veggie dip, but that she used exclusively to dip sesame sticks. It looked like Thousand Island dressing, but had cream cheese and... and I can't remember. Salsa? No idea.
Anyway, I never found that (and it probably wasn't an actual recipe anyway - it probably was on a package of cream cheese or a bottle of whatever sauce went into it (cocktail sauce?). What I did find was a binder with a bunch of random recipes and this recipe card for Fruit Cocktail Cake. I loved that cake and you'd better bet I'm going to try to make it (but do they still make cans of fruit cocktail?). As I recall, it was ooey gooey deliciousness. We shall see.
Looking at the recipe gave me all the feels because my mother never could spell vanilla. It made my heart do little backflips to see it misspelled in her usual way, in her handwriting. A little taste of Momcat.