Like most kids growing up in the 60’s, I was a huge fan of Lincoln logs, Davy Crockett, and Tootsie Rolls! They all just seemed to blend together so nicely. I begged my Mom & Dad to get me the coveted coonskin cap I saw Fess Parker wear on the Davy Crockett Disney specials (In living Color!) and upon receipt I wore it out while building forts with my Lincoln logs & playing Cowboys & Indians with my buddies on Pioneer Blvd (an appropriate street name, eh?).
You can’t get the proper energy needed to participate in such play warfare without the proper food source, now can you? Enter the logs. Not Lincoln logs, not Tootsie Roll Logs, but the coveted Stuckey’s Pecan log! Tootsie Roll Logs were easy enough to come by, but to snare a Stuckey’s was more of an adventure. You had to hit the road. Our family did their fair share of holiday travel up & down the east coast, so to come across a Stuckey’s on our way to Florida from Long Island happened fairly regularly. My brother, sister and I happily anticipated the pit stops at Stuckey’s, marked by the familiar pitched roof and teal blue shingles.
Stuckey’s had everything needed to hit the travel refresh button but for me the Pecan Log ruled. Based on a secret mix of powdered sugar, white molasses, and roasted nuts, that mouth-watering miracle of fluffy white sweetness covered in its own deep coating of crushed select pecans still makes me salivate like a Pavlov dog today. My Dad was a nut for them too, and he always made sure to buy a few boxes to take home for safe keeping. I promise you I would take the biggest steak knife I could find in the kitchen and cut those logs up for my friends and I to devour. For some reason we played til the sun came down.
Having now lived permanently in Georgia for over twenty years, when I get the craving for a Stuckey’s, I don’t have to travel far for a fix. I just wish I still had my coonskin cap.
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