Jordan Marsh blueberry “muffin” cake

Jordan Marsh blueberry “muffin” cake

This recipe card fell out of my old Fannie Farmer cookbook while I was rummaging around trying to remember which pancake recipe the boys like best: A forgotten recipe! I remember writing out this card; I was 16 and on a trip to Connecticut with a high school friend; we were visiting her aunt and her aunt’s best friend and roommate, who I realized some years later was really her partner. I have such clear memories of that trip; they were very gracious hostesses, taking us on a tour of the prep school where one worked and then on a docent-led tour of Yale. They took us on the train into New York where we looked out over the skyline from the top of the World Trade Center then ate an early dinner at Tavern on the Green. They even took us to spend the weekend on the Cape, soaking up the energy of Provincetown in the morning, traipsing through the dunes at the very windy Cape Cod National Seashore in the afternoon, and grilling steaks at our small rental house in West Dennis in the evening. I must have really enjoyed their cooking, because before we left they offered to share several recipes with me, which I copied sitting at the small kitchen table in their condo. One was pork chops placed on top of sliced potatoes in a casserole dish, topped with two cans cream of mushroom soup, and baked. The other was similar – chicken breasts on top of Minute Rice with a splash of orange juice and two cans cream of celery soup, then baked....
Traditionally Halloween

Traditionally Halloween

What are the traditions – new or old – you do at this time every year? For me, the process of creating and carrying on traditions is one of the most challenging aspects of parenting for me, in part because my energies and interests don’t always match what the calendar and drugstore displays tell me it’s time to do. We’ve made some progress, though; click to hear how.

Photographs and memories and potato salad

Photographs and memories and potato salad

Awkwardly slow-dancing to “Nights in White Satin,” bar hopping on Bourbon Street, and really, really, irresponsible adult chaperones. Food often evokes memories, of course. But in this case the memories were so elusive, and the food item so rarely cooked, the recollection took months to surface. It’s all the power of potato salad.

The Potluck Slumber Party

The more things change, the more they stay the same. The boys are taller and drive themselves, but on their last day of high school, Kid One’s friends join us for dinner, as they have for a decade. It all started with the Potluck Slumber Party.

Texas toast

Texas toast

Kid Two has formally requested I share my recipe for Texas Toast with you, which makes me realize that the process of preparing a simple breakfast isn’t so simple after all – it’s also part of the process of creating his childhood food memories. Here it is.