Monday, March 3, 2014

Slice of Life - Family Memories

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My sister-in-law used to joke about our family dinners. It seems that we can never just have steak and potatoes, for example. It might be steak, but with Grandma’s Party Potatoes, or maybe June’s casserole, and my dad’s favorite Five Egg White Supreme cake for dessert. In our family, stories are important, and many stories are told through food.

Food helps me remember those that have passed on as well. This morning I woke to a bark, as I do most mornings. Bally needed to go out. I took her out and decided that I might as well stay up and read for a bit. I had some tea and put some homemade bread in the toaster to snack on while I read. Glancing at the bread I thought of my grandmother, Mumsie. Each morning she would take what she called a “hard roll” from the freezer and warm it up with some butter for her breakfast.

After about an hour, I paused in my book, and decided to have some hot chocolate. Our house was chilly and quiet – and Bally and I were still the only two awake. Making the hot chocolate brought back memories of my other grandmother. I remember when she taught me to make the hot chocolate recipe, dumping the ingredients in a paper grocery sack and shaking it vigorously to combine. She didn’t want to dirty a dish she’d have to wash.

At lunch I warmed up some mac and cheese and thought of Vel – my grandmother and great-aunt’s good friend. (I wrote about her HERE.) Her mac and cheese recipe is infamous and much requested at family dinners. When she gave me recipe cards at my bridal shower, it was the first card I looked for.

My night ended with a ham loaf for dinner, and my parent’s recipe for risotto. My dad taught me to make it when I finally got interested in cooking – either during college or right after. The ham loaf was a huge find. My great-aunt used to get it in a tiny shop near her town.(I wrote about my great-aunt HERE.)  I don’t travel there often so when I saw it in a local butcher shop – which they had, in fact, purchased from the same spot my aunt did, I snapped it up. Reading her recipe for the glaze that went on top, I smiled.

These ladies – my two grandmothers, my great-aunt, and Vel, were forces in my life. I miss them each and every single day. I’m grateful for a family that names our food after the folks that made it. A family that has stories about fried chicken, homemade Kahlua, a coconut cake that we wish we had the recipe for, and more. I’m grateful for moments like having a glass of hot chocolate by myself in the morning and having the chance to remember my grandma, red-rimmed glasses and all.

I can’t help but realize as I look over the recipes that fill my binder and my box – the ones I know best, the ones that I can make from memory, are the ones with the stories. The ones that I learned from the people I love, standing next to them, telling stories, learning. The recipes from the cookbooks that I read on my own never seem to mean the same thing. Isn’t this true in our classrooms too? It all comes back to the relationship between the teacher and the student – which is something I learned long ago around my family’s dinner table. 
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