"I couldn't find the piece that holds the top of my pastry extruder on, so I made the cheese straws the way that my mother did, and it was so wonderful just reliving that memory."
My mom was sitting in the back seat of my wife's car, on the way to the airport. Caroline, sitting in the front seat, looked at me strangely, apparently because of the look that had crossed my face when I overheard the conversation mom was having in the backseat with Kathe.
"She never measured anything. She just took the block of cheese, and then added butter, and then added flour until the consistency was right. And it really struck a chord in my memory, because she would let me help with the mixing things together. It really was a wonderful memory."
It was the strangest sensation. All my life I had heard about my Nana's kitchen fiascoes. The installed ceramic tile in her kitchen, with personalized designs from family members, one of which said:
Because Nana was, well... famous for burning things in the kitchen.
Family legend has it that my uncle Richard didn't know that scraping the burnt part off of the toast was not part of the toast-making process. So much so, that one time when the family went out to eat, he demanded that the toast be sent back to make it right.
My mom was sitting in the back seat of my wife's car, on the way to the airport. Caroline, sitting in the front seat, looked at me strangely, apparently because of the look that had crossed my face when I overheard the conversation mom was having in the backseat with Kathe.
"She never measured anything. She just took the block of cheese, and then added butter, and then added flour until the consistency was right. And it really struck a chord in my memory, because she would let me help with the mixing things together. It really was a wonderful memory."
It was the strangest sensation. All my life I had heard about my Nana's kitchen fiascoes. The installed ceramic tile in her kitchen, with personalized designs from family members, one of which said:
Family legend has it that my uncle Richard didn't know that scraping the burnt part off of the toast was not part of the toast-making process. So much so, that one time when the family went out to eat, he demanded that the toast be sent back to make it right.
