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Noodles

In Essay, Faith, Food, Gab, Photos, Recipe on June 18, 2011 at 8:54 am
Merle's Chinese Chicken Salad Garden Party

Merle’s Chinese Chicken Salad in Red Cabbage Leaf Bowl served Garden Party Style.

Ramen Noodles:  those super long noodles I first discovered in college.  The affordable, yet tasty meal in a colorful package.  My go-to dinner in a hot pot when the spending money that needed to last all month had dwindled far too low.  Some might consider them a salty lesson in budgeting, but for the foodie they were an inspiration.  This 10-cent find, with a little imagination, was transformed into a secret ingredient hidden in the next Chopped champion’s wicker basket.  Quietly awaiting successful incorporation into a winning appetizer, entrée or dessert.

When deciding which recipe to post next, it occurred to me those very same noodles had a front row seat at some very joyful events in my life.  That’s because they can be found broken in a salad that has become a family food tradition when women in my family shower a Bride-to-Be or a new Mom-in-Waiting with joyful, new beginning wishes.  For me, this blog is in part about sharing JOY.  So posting this recipe is a joyful must.  Plus it is a recipe that my sister, on more than one occasion, specifically requested for her “keeper box”.  So in here, it will be. Read the rest of this entry »

“Can”nellini Bean

In Essay, Faith, Food, Gab, Photos, Recipe on April 24, 2011 at 9:32 pm
Doug's White Chicken Chili with Fresh Cilantro and Jalapeno Garnishes

Doug’s White Chicken Chili with Fresh Cilantro and Jalapeno Garnishes

My next recipe was given to me by my sister, yes the very same sister who doesn’t really cook.  The one to whom I have dedicated this blog, Lori Anne.  You might wonder how it came to be that she gave me a recipe, a recipe so good and well-received that it has ended up in my keeper box filed under the letter “C”, for “Chili”.  Well, this is not your average chili. It is spectacular.  There is always a story, right?  Well here it is.

My little sister invited my husband, son and I over for a quick dinner before trick-or-treating with our kids.  Lori’s favorite holiday is Halloween.  She always goes all out.  That year she told me she’d found a recipe she wanted to try.  She saw it in a cookbook that she had picked up while on vacation.  She was going to make it for dinner. Hmmm, Lori was going to make us something for dinner.  I have to admit, I was intrigued the moment she said “I found a recipe in a cookbook”.  It is not that Lori can’t cook.   Rather, it isn’t her thing.  She’d prefer to have someone else do the cooking while she kept them company.  She just isn’t the type to peruse cookbooks, much less do it for leisure while on vacation.  Or, so I thought.

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Pumpkin Pies

In Essay, Faith, Food, Gab, Photos, Recipe on March 31, 2011 at 9:02 am
pumpkin crunch cake

Pumpkin Crunch Cake served on Grandmother’s Theodore Haviland Rose-covered Porcelain Dessert Plate.

With great awe, I would watch my mom pack the Buick as we prepared for our traditional Thanksgiving Day trek. I knew to stay out of her way when she was shoving things here and there. She never said it aloud. Rather, it was her face that said it all. Her mind focused with determination.   Her eyes fixed on the task at hand.  Strongly flexed, her brow provided the needed “Oomph” to get things where she wanted them. Yep, I knew not to go anywhere near her or that car. I just sat back and took it all in. My dad also seemed instinctively aware it was not a time to offer unsolicited advice.  Nor question her placement of a packed item, lest a piece of uncooperative luggage come flying his way.

Amazing to recall how many people, pieces of luggage, lovely desserts, and on more than one occasion, an oversized dog, a lone woman could cram into the family vehicle. Especially when I remind myself she did it years before the invention of the now common mini-van. Nope–she did it seventies-style. No car seats or seat belts to hinder her ingenuity. Sometimes I wonder how we survived those early road trips smashed tight with all our belongings. But we did. We survived.  Doing it in grand style.  Bickering, singing, and complaining all the way. With everything loaded and all passengers in place, we’d depart. Destination: Gramma & Papa’s house.

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Chicken Soup

In Essay, Faith, Food, Gab, Photos, Recipe on March 18, 2011 at 1:35 pm
Swiss chicken casserole with Green Garden Peas final

Swiss Chicken Casserole with Green Garden Peas

The year I was born my aunt was nine. My mom, her sister, was twenty-one and still wearing braces. How unaware we all were that day of the unusual, yet needed tie, that would be formed between the three of us in the years to come. Sometimes someone else’s tragedy is your unknown blessing, even if not fully realized until many years later. Sadly and suddenly, I had received a precious and beautiful gift sent straight from God, albeit unexpected and unsolicited. I received an older sister, overnight. Read More>

Blackberries

In Essay, Faith, Food, Gab, Photos, Recipe on March 5, 2011 at 11:25 pm

blackberries in basket

It is amazing how, even today, the sight of blackberries can always make me smile.  I smile when I spot them in the produce section at the grocery store.  I grin when I find them collected in wooden baskets displayed in neat rows on narrow folding tables at the local farmers’ market.  And, I am delighted when I spy a new use for them tucked away within the pages of Wednesday’s food section in our suburban paper. Read More>

Oregano

In Essay, Faith, Food, Gab, Photos, Recipe on February 19, 2011 at 4:40 pm

Chicken Pot PieTraditional.  “Old School”, my husband might say.  These adjectives are some of those that might be chosen to describe me, by family and friends.  Maybe they know how much I relish preserving the past, when it is the right thing to do. Perhaps they understand my desire to save things that are well-made, but are at risk of getting discarded or lost, simply because they are not new.  Or could it be my deep respect of history?  Not so much history in the textbook sense, but rather looking back at the evolution of things over time.  Specifically, noting when we got things exactly right or when things just got off course.  I guess you might say, I’m more of a “Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme” kind-of-gal.  Read More>

Tomatillos

In Essay, Faith, Food, Recipe on February 8, 2011 at 10:41 pm

Tomatillo-braised Pork with Red Potatoes

Tomatillo-braised Pork with Red Potatoes

For my second post, I decided to go with a fresh find, a new recipe. A recipe that although only recently discovered, quickly found itself inside my keeper box and its results on my table almost once a week. It awakened the sleepy little chef inside of me and brought enthusiasm back into my cooking. It is one of those recipes which can make you feel like an authentic Top Chef contender, if only in your head or for your family, neighbors and friends. Although out of your comfort zone, it turns out mouth-wateringly, magnificent every time. I love it. It was one of those that made me want to run out and share it with everyone I knew. Believe me, I did.
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Meatballs

In Essay, Faith, Food, Recipe on February 5, 2011 at 10:19 pm

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Why start with a meatball?  Well, for me it means home.  It makes your house smell like home.  They are calming and heavenly.  They conjure up thoughts and warm memories of lazy Sunday afternoons as a care-free kid.  Who doesn’t want to feel like a care-free kid every once in awhile?  A simmering pot of marinara on the stove spiked with these round little wonders:  YUM.    Plus, it was my oldest son’s first experience with table food.  Yes, I fed him a homemade 6-minute meatball.  I wonder if my pediatrician would have approved?  Oh well, I wanted him to have a wonderful first experience with food.  I am delighted to report that he was one happy customer.  My second son, well, not so much. My third son gobbled them down, but I guess he eats everything so that doesn’t really count. Read the rest of this entry »

Beginnings

In Essay, Faith, Gab on February 5, 2011 at 2:43 pm
So my first post on my new Blog 
will be...a dedication to my sister.
For, Lori Anne.  
First-time Dad holding Me.  May 1969.  206 Norwood

First-time Dad holding Me. May 1969. 206 Norwood

How did this start?   Let’s see.  I have been cooking, writing and taking photographs for as long as I can remember.  But, what finally got me to start writing a blog?   Well, let’s see.  I had been trying to publish a cookbook for my sister, a beginning cook.  Not a cook at all, my little sis had requested that I start a recipe box for her.  So excited at her interest, I promptly ran out and found a pretty box decorated with lemons that would fit right in her bright and cheery yellow gourmet kitchen.  If my little sister asks me for something, she always gets it.  That is what big sisters are for, right?    I was so happy to give her a “keeper box”  of her own to treasure on her counter.  I started neatly copying my best recipes onto the cute little index cards that  I had purchased.  Matching lemon-theme, of course.  I began trying to write the instructions and ingredient lists for my favorites as clearly as possible.  Read More>