Breakfast this morning was Krispy Kreme donuts. A sinful indulgence, I know, but they were so good.
This weekend my Grandmothers have been in my thoughts. I can’t help thinking this is because my granddaughter will be spending the night with us. Thinking about how I want her to remember me, has prompted me to remember my relationship with my own grandparents.
I grew up living in the same town and frequently visiting my paternal grandparents. Granddaddy and Grandma Williams both lived into their 90’s. I was an adult when they passed away. Grandma Williams was archetypal dominant matriarch and an excellent cook. I credit her for inspiring me to cook. It was through her that I first realized cooking for your family was a way of showing your love for them.
One of my favorite dishes that she made was potato salad. I was very sad when she died, and I realized I would never taste her potato salad again. Then on a visit to Biloxi we ate dinner at a friend’s house, and she severed Grandma Williams potato salad. I asked her if she could give me the recipe and she said she could, but it was from the back of a jar of Hellmann’s mayonnaise. In the age of Google, I was able to find Grandma Williams Potato Salad Recipe. Oh, happy days!
When Grandma Williams died, I inherited the bowl she always served potato salad in. I still use it whenever I make her potato salad. It brings back fond memories.
As I begin being a Grandparent, I want my grandchildren to always remember me as an engaging and playful grandfather who loved them very much. Since I love to cook, I’m certain that one of the ways I will show my love, is by cooking for them.
Normally, I’m not a groupie or a fan boy, but after reading an interview with her in this weekend’s Wall Street Journal, I consider myself a fan of Nigella Lawson. She has been a culinary sensation for some time in the UK. Shocking, because I don’t normally think of the British when I think good food.
I enjoyed the entire article, but what endeared me to her was how she replied when asked a question about what food trend she was totally over. Her reply echoed my own feelings, but she said it more eloquently.
“A food trend I am totally over is: this tendency to venerate or demonize foods. I have nothing against people wanting to eat in a way that makes them feel healthy and well; that seems eminently wise. But I feel that any form of eating that involves self-persecution can only do long-term damage, however essentially healthy a certain food trend might be. When there are so many land mines and rules, you kill the sense of kinship with the body. It makes eating something fear-filled rather than joyful.”
I must admit, I have felt for years that the kill joys in the media, government, and pop culture and been waging a food fight. Eat this, not that. You’re not healthy unless you run 5 miles per day and limit your saturated fat. On and on. The constant scolding took its toll on me.
It took my mother death to provide me some badly needed perspective. It was a stark reminder that life is short. A cliché, I know, but it helped me to prioritize my own life. I reflected on what I enjoyed and what brought meaning to my life. I realized how good food and the simple pleasure of cooking and eating with family and friends adds so much joy to my life.
Cooking has always been how I expressed my creative side. I love the traditional southern cooking of my youth, but I also love exploring different cultures through their food. Good food satisfies both my physical and intellectual hungers to explore the world and to learn. The guiltless pleasure of good food enriches my life every day.
I’m old and cynical enough to think the article was probable about getting me to buy her latest cookbook, “At My Table.” Well if that’s true, then it worked. After reviewing the table of contents, I placed my order. I look forward to sharing many wonderful meals with family and friends. Buon Appetito!
Traditionally in the South, Sunday Supper was the big meal of the day. After everyone get’s home from church, they would eat a big lunch and it would be the last meal of the day.
At my house we continue the tradition with a few changes. We eat around 2pm and I make sure I cook enough to have leftovers for later in the week.
Today’s menu was:
Pork chops, Mexi-corn Casserole, Sautéed green cabbage with bacon, Steamed Asparagus, and Arnold Palmers to drink. (After all it’s The Masters weekend)
For dessert there was Red Velvet cake with cream cheese icing.
It was all delicious.