Stories Served Served Around The Table
Around The Table
I was not familiar with rhubarb. My mom never ventured with the tart and fibrous vegetable that needed an abundance of sugar and fuss. I discovered rhubarb from my mother-in-law, Helga Martin. She grew it! There was a big cluster of the purply red stalks growing happily on the edge of her garden. She planted one… Continue reading R Is For Rhubarb
Q was a challenge. I’ll apologize in advance for the overuse of adjectives and subliminal imagery. Remember the book Real Men Don’t Eat Quiche? It was a tongue-in-cheek satire masculine stereotypes. I have baked and eaten many quiches. I believe it is a delicious metaphor for the perfect man. First off, there is the pie… Continue reading Q is For Quiche
Pastina is a tiny star shaped pasta. It is cooked like rice whereby boiled water soaks into the pasta creating plump creamy stars. Add butter and a splash of milk, stir, and a perfect baby to granny lunch is ready. I had always known pastina to be a pantry staple. My favorite memory of pastina… Continue reading P Is For Pastina
Cancer reoccurred in 2012. I was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer—a forever battle. It was a scary time for my family and me. There was so much uncertainty. Everyone coped in their own way. My youngest daughter, Robyn, needed to take a walk. She took off for Spain to hike the Camino de Santiago, an… Continue reading O Is For Octopus
N got tricky. I had a hard time coming up with a food memory that began with N. Perhaps I was starting to feel fatigued with this Blogging A to Z Challenge. I was prying open pistachio shells pondering the work it takes to get to the meat of a nut. Ah—I was taken back… Continue reading N is for Nuts
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