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Everything my grandmother & aunts cooked when we visited them in farm country. They still grew their own food. My parents were not nice people & my mother never cooked, so this was nurturing for me.
I remember fried chicken, rhubarb pie, kugen with different kinds of fresh fruit on top, home-canned jams & preserves, especially apple butter, & homemade caramel malts. I remember wishing that my parents would just leave me there so my aunt, who married late & had no kids, would adopt me.
My maternal grandmother's homemade biscuits and syrup, which I looked forward to every Sunday morning along with her black-pepper bacon and scrambled egg cups. She made many delicious gumbos but I especially looked forward to her seafood gumbo on Friday nights.
She always made an iced lemon pound cake for my birthday and on the rare occasions I bake one now, I always spend at least 15 minutes daydreaming about the good times when she was alive. I miss her so much.
The reason why is that as a kid, I used to get taken to a restaurant with an all you can eat salad bar. At the end of the line was a huge bowl of shrimp on ice. Me and my father would laugh ourselves silly watching the same set of customers keep going back to that same bowl over and over again. They would try sneaking back pretending like it was their first time but it was obvious that it was their third or fourth time.
The reason why is that as a kid, I used to get taken to a restaurant with an all you can eat salad bar. At the end of the line was a huge bowl of shrimp on ice. Me and my father would laugh ourselves silly watching the same set of customers keep going back to that same bowl over and over again. They would try sneaking back pretending like it was their first time but it was obvious that it was their third or fourth time.
I remember a restaurant like that and they brought "make your own" sundaes to the table for dessert. I think it was Cooky's Steak House. OMG they had the best cabbage soup and also some sweet bread at the salad bar, maybe banana.
I remember a restaurant like that and they brought "make your own" sundaes to the table for dessert. I think it was Cooky's Steak House. OMG they had the best cabbage soup and also some sweet bread at the salad bar, maybe banana.
That places sounds really cool. They don't make family style restaurants like that anymore, especially steak houses.
My father also cooked up a great Spaghetti Bolognese sauce. On some Saturday’s when he did not have to work, he would cook up a pot of his Spaghetti Bolognese with ground beef and all of his spices. We’d smell the aroma in the house and knew that we would be having a feast that day for lunch or dinner. He’d serve it with garlic bread, cold cuts, and salad. Great memories from the 70’s and 80’s.
My Aunt Tessie's in Brooklyn who made the best stuffed artichokes. She was a great cook. Also my dad's Aunt Katie, also in Brooklyn, who always made sfinges, think zeppoles with raisins and some ricotta in the batter.
Some years later I had a fishing buddy who had an older aunt who lived in Brooklyn and we stopped by one day as he had to help her out. My relatives had either passed away or had moved out of Brooklyn decades before. When I walked into her brownstone, which was a multi family residence, the memories came wafting over me. It's amazing how it smelled almost exactly the way I remember my relative's places smelled. The say the sense of smell is the strongest stirrer of memories.
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