Dinner for two usually conjurs up a small table, maybe candles, flowers,soft music, an air of romance.Well this dinner for two was different but no less special.The table was a long green picnic table with two benches . The music came from a parakeet who greeted us with "Let's go to the movies!"It was 1952, I was ten and we listened to a clock radio which I called my "Baby Sitter",we did not own a TV. Daddy was on the Battle ship New Jersey in Korea and Mama ,a telephone operator,would have just driven home from work 35 miles away. She and I would have dinner together most every night but we would have this special dinner once a week, after we visited the Egg Lady, yup.. it was Sunny Sides and toast.The eggs had been plucked from the nests that morning, some times they were double yolkers.The toast was Pepperidge Farms, and the jam was strawberry, home made with big berries, still very red. What made it so special ? Well it was certainly economical,but it was part adventure ,part awaited routine . When I think about it, it was special because it was the just two of us, Daddy was far away , I had no idea we were creating a memory.
We drove our very nice two toned 49 Ford up Moose Hill ,traded last weeks egg crates for two or three filled with big brown eggs,I would bake something new with extras. We had already been to Benton's meat market for the bacon and probably picked up the bread there too.
Now it was back to our home, and have percolated coffee,bacon and eggs. That may not sound so special ,but it was still a treat because it was dinner and not breakfast and also the way Mama showed me how she liked to eat her eggs. They were over easy in butter, slightly crispy on the edges. She ate the white part first, and then very carefully slipped the soft oozy yolk onto the butter knife and slid it into her mouth. I copied her, carefully cutting a circle around the yolk first, then popped it in my mouth. Wow! Warm liquid gold seeped out the corners of my happy smile, that was fun, let's do it again, and happily I did.
Yesterday, see you tomorrow, Signe
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
YESTERDAY
Yesterday…yesterdays
What do you do with yesterday? I mean just you, I’m only talking about good memories, the kind that say “ this is going to be fun,” a little giddy, the kind that just pop up and say, "Remember me? Remember that day when we…? ooh yeah", can you see pictures in color? Or do they smell? Do they taste? Can you feel them like feathers held against your chin?, Can they crunch and pop in your mouth ? How about the noises, and the music ? Oh, the music, the tunes, not so far away,and yes, music that tastes... delicious.
This is what I want to talk about, memories wrapped around tastes and smells and giggles and burned fingers, and chocolate chip cookie dough smeared on blue denim aprons.
For me, yesterday’s memories are wafting out of a closet sized baking corner that housed a mixer, an oven and a tiny sink. Oh, yes, and cookies, lots of cookies, chocolate chip cookies as big as a baby’s face, just 35 cents. Chocolate chip pecan pies, Mumbos (I’ll tell you about them later), Milk dud cookies, and sweet spicy carrot bread. And a chocolate crusted peanut butter caramel pie that was Sooo satisfying !
Many people from multiple corners of this beautiful earth have squeezed their way in to my little bakery, juice bar, sandwich shop and for that I am forever grateful. I have been asked hundreds of times how it got started or, where did I learn to bake, or where did I get the recipes for our salads, or how much fat is in the French Almond Peach bread, (0), or what is the secret spice in that lemon bar? Usually I just fidgeted the question away and tried to answer in a self effacing way that allowed me to go back to the hinter rooms of the bakery and hide behind a mound of butter cream or slipped into a tiny office that is in the midst of a bustling kitchen that has been my home for lo these many years.
The coffee pot is on, the window is open, come on in have a piece of cake,that's where I'll be,
Signe
What do you do with yesterday? I mean just you, I’m only talking about good memories, the kind that say “ this is going to be fun,” a little giddy, the kind that just pop up and say, "Remember me? Remember that day when we…? ooh yeah", can you see pictures in color? Or do they smell? Do they taste? Can you feel them like feathers held against your chin?, Can they crunch and pop in your mouth ? How about the noises, and the music ? Oh, the music, the tunes, not so far away,and yes, music that tastes... delicious.
This is what I want to talk about, memories wrapped around tastes and smells and giggles and burned fingers, and chocolate chip cookie dough smeared on blue denim aprons.
For me, yesterday’s memories are wafting out of a closet sized baking corner that housed a mixer, an oven and a tiny sink. Oh, yes, and cookies, lots of cookies, chocolate chip cookies as big as a baby’s face, just 35 cents. Chocolate chip pecan pies, Mumbos (I’ll tell you about them later), Milk dud cookies, and sweet spicy carrot bread. And a chocolate crusted peanut butter caramel pie that was Sooo satisfying !
Many people from multiple corners of this beautiful earth have squeezed their way in to my little bakery, juice bar, sandwich shop and for that I am forever grateful. I have been asked hundreds of times how it got started or, where did I learn to bake, or where did I get the recipes for our salads, or how much fat is in the French Almond Peach bread, (0), or what is the secret spice in that lemon bar? Usually I just fidgeted the question away and tried to answer in a self effacing way that allowed me to go back to the hinter rooms of the bakery and hide behind a mound of butter cream or slipped into a tiny office that is in the midst of a bustling kitchen that has been my home for lo these many years.
The coffee pot is on, the window is open, come on in have a piece of cake,that's where I'll be,
Signe
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Today, it's all about the beans.
Beans, beans, good for your heart, I'll refrain from the rest of the ditty because they ARE good for your heart. link (the benefits of beans, 9 reasons why you should eat beans).
I grew up in New England where beans were "Boston Baked", came in a brown glass jar with a piece of over cooked salt pork sunk in to it and were served with frankfurters and dark brown molasses bread which came in a can. Then when I went to grammar school in Florida I was introduced to chili con carne, which meant mostly over cooked kidney beans with a hint of beef, the Hispanic influence hadn't really hit so who knew what carne meant.
Then, I met refried pinto beans in a taco hut in San Diego (this was about 50 year ago, we and the beans have come a long way), they were a change from the kidney beans but the texture was closer to a soupy pile that filled the plate from rim to rim. They were ok but I didn't dream about a bowl of pintos.
In the early 80s I wanted to make new and different bean salads for the cafe and found a plethora of heirloom beans from an organically run farm in California: Rancho Gordo. Scarlet runners, Christmas limas, borlotti cranberry beans, flageolets, big giant white beans for cassoulet, wow, beans beans beans! We had great fun exploring these jewels from the pods.
Now I want to pass on the beginners steps to enjoying beans, and please look at all the good reasons we should include these wonder bubbles of protein, fiber and minerals.
(PICTURE OF THE LOCAL BEANS)
What you will need:
Your choice of dry beans
Water
Olive Oil
Coarse Sea Salt
Pepper
Patience
I grew up in New England where beans were "Boston Baked", came in a brown glass jar with a piece of over cooked salt pork sunk in to it and were served with frankfurters and dark brown molasses bread which came in a can. Then when I went to grammar school in Florida I was introduced to chili con carne, which meant mostly over cooked kidney beans with a hint of beef, the Hispanic influence hadn't really hit so who knew what carne meant.
Then, I met refried pinto beans in a taco hut in San Diego (this was about 50 year ago, we and the beans have come a long way), they were a change from the kidney beans but the texture was closer to a soupy pile that filled the plate from rim to rim. They were ok but I didn't dream about a bowl of pintos.
In the early 80s I wanted to make new and different bean salads for the cafe and found a plethora of heirloom beans from an organically run farm in California: Rancho Gordo. Scarlet runners, Christmas limas, borlotti cranberry beans, flageolets, big giant white beans for cassoulet, wow, beans beans beans! We had great fun exploring these jewels from the pods.
Now I want to pass on the beginners steps to enjoying beans, and please look at all the good reasons we should include these wonder bubbles of protein, fiber and minerals.
(PICTURE OF THE LOCAL BEANS)
What you will need:
Your choice of dry beans
Water
Olive Oil
Coarse Sea Salt
Pepper
Patience
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