I know that back in the day, kids would go from house to house Trick-or-Treating with a pillowcase to collect candy–not even necessarily wearing costumes. Halloween, as we know it today, began in the 1930s with children receiving homemade cookies and pieces of cake, fruit, nuts, coins, and small toys. Continue reading
I’m not a big fan of spicy things, so I was hesitant to try this Cajun Cheese soup when I first encountered it, but it quickly became a favorite of mine and now of the entire family! Continue reading
My mom made the most fabulous chicken recipe. Unfortunately, after she passed it seems to have gone with her. I would ask for this delicacy often and found it to be absolutely delicious. It was what she called creamy chicken. Not such an original name, but it was incredible tasting. It was, of course, with chicken cut up not in small pieces, she used condensed milk and the drippings from the chicken. This is what Legacy writing is all about. See I might have had this recipe had I had the opportunity to ask her about this and have it in writing. This is all I really can tell of this recipe. I have searched in her recipe box and it just has not shown up. Once when I was pregnant with my first child I actually had three helpings of this delicacy. That was the last time I had the luxury of this dish. After that, she tried to use substitutes like chicken soup or whatever, but it just wasn’t the same. I am still searching. Continue reading
Mexican Food is one of my favorites. I’m not sure if this recipe qualifies as traditional Mexican Cuisine but in my opinion, it’s a delicious side dish with any meal. The hardest part for me is finding the whole poblano peppers to use as the basis of the casserole. I have substituted diced chiles however my favorite is still the whole poblano peppers. Continue reading
When It was summer, I was the one responsible for mowing grandma Is’ lawn. In the backyard, I would make slow careful circles around her peonies and rhubarb patch.
The peonies would bloom and later be held up with a circular piece of chicken wire through the summer. The rhubarb grew unrestricted. Leaves were generously pulled–never cut–from the plant. I would pull and single stalk and suck on the puckeringly tart end as I sat on the hard dry ground under the weeping willow. The cicadas song sounded like the power lines vibrating. I loved the late afternoon when the cooing of morning doves was accompanied by other lawn mowers humming from distant yards.
Grandma would bring in an armload of the big-leafed stalks to make her rhubarb custard pie. Continue reading
My favorite food memories have happened in the last thirty-five years. Coincidentally my husband and I have been married for thirty-five years.
I think I realized that he was the real deal when I learned that he loved to cook. His cooking is his art. Nothing is too hard or off the table of possibilities.
I have a serious aversion to canned tuna! The smell, the texture, the presentation… All of it grosses me out. When I was younger, mom would make these tuna burgers that many people will say, sound delicious. I will have to strongly disagree! Even the thought of it makes me want to gag. Continue reading
When I lived at home I was subjected to the most interesting meals. You see, my dad was at one time a meat salesman. He would bring home items of meat (I think they could be classified as meat) and my mom would create a meal out of them. Continue reading
As a child, I spent my days with my Grandma Is. She took care of me while my mom worked. We would play cards. She read the “Daily Citizen” newspaper from beginning to end and painted her fingernails her favorite bright red color.Â
Summer days followed a familiar routine. The tv was never turned on (it was only re-runs anyway). I played with neighborhood kids or worked on my coloring books. The best part of the day was lunch…my favorite.
We’d go into the kitchen together, she’d set a small pot to boil on the stove. While it got hot, she sliced 4 pieces of summer sausage and laid out 3 sweet bread and butter pickles in a shallow bowl. Once the water was boiling, she would carefully and precisely measure exactly one cup of noodles. I would cajole her to make a heaping cup…so she would compromise by adding a pinch more noodles.
Once the noodles were done, she’d dump out the water and add butter and salt before adding them to my bowl. A glass of milk in a pastel metal drinking glass completed the meal. Continue reading
I dislike cooking. I find cooking, on average, a waste of time. First of all, you have to decide what to make, then you have to go to the store. Another thing I dislike to do and purchase the ingredients Then you spend hours making your delicacy, it takes ten minutes to eat it, and then, guess what, you get to clean the mess up. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy cooking when the house is clean and everything is done, and I am cooking for a get-together of family and/or friends. The key here, everything else needs to be done.
