Sunday, February 11, 2007
This evening I made Beef Stroganof for dinner using my mother's old, battered club aluminum dutch oven for the pasta. This is the pot mom used for everything. I learned to cook using it. My sisters used to argue over who would get this pot when mom died, and mom used to joke that she wanted it to be buried with her. I really tried to do this, but my sister Mary would not let me have it when mom died. A few days ago, I met my nephew over at Mary's house. He will be moving in there after he and his sisters figure out what to do with my sister's things. He was more than happy to let me have mom's pot.
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I'll bet that stroganoff tasted extra-good, too.
When my Grandma died, my grandfather told all of us cousins we could have something that belonged to her. They were poor as churchmice all their lives, and had very, very little of any value. Every single cousin made a beeline to the kitchen, because we all wanted her potato masher or her rolling pin. She was a classic grandma--always had a cookie jar full of freshly made cookies, and as you might guess, she made the best mashed potatoes in the world. I didn't get either the potato masher or the rolling pin, but I did bring home her old graniteware mixing bowl, in which countless hundreds of batches of cornbread batter were mixed, and I cherish it. When it comes to moms and grandmas, cooking DOES mean love.
i have my grandmas set of corelle dishes. it is a constant reminder of her and my grandpa everytime we eat dinner.
Darn, what memories - dutch oven cooking is great. I bet you've used one in an open fire, and you can eat like a king that way.
R
Friend Roger,
My campfire dutch oven pot roast is famous, as is my apple/peach cobbler
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