I remember my gma making these cookies for holidays. They were rock hard, tasted just like black licorice and we always had to eat them and pretend to like them. My dad would dunk them in his coffee for 2-3 minutes and they'd still be like a friggin rock.
That's kind of like my mom and her "Dump Salad". And ugh, it was a dump. Cottage cheese, whipped cream, pineapple and raspberry Jell-O mix thrown together. That stuff is so disgusting, and yet every time I visit her for a holiday and don't eat it, I get disapproving looks from her, her husband and pretty much all my brothers. I'm sorry, but I don't like to eat stuff that tastes like pasty crap.