If I wanted to write a cookbook, would you help?
Would you be willing to contribute your favorite, family recipe (or recipes, if you have them)? I’d love to get a recipe that is tried and true for a dish that tastes good and that has been passed down in your family. And (and this is the big and) I want the story behind the recipe.
I especially like recipes like those of my grandmother and her friends. My Gran was a no nonsense cook in the kitchen and the depression stripped out all the fancy ingredients, techniques and tools. Recipes were designed to make great tasting food without an investment counselor hovering over your shoulder, literally counting the beans.
But there are no limitations on recipes for this book. They don’t have to be fat free or vegetarian or ethnic…they just have to deliver dishes that taste good and that anyone can make in their own kitchen.
And they have to have a family story associated with them like the one about my Gran’s Apple Brown Betty – the dessert she made the day World War I ended – and the infamous kitchen apron incident.
I’ve been thinking about this for about 10 years (yep, 10 long years) and this morning I decided to ask for your help and get the project off the ground.
If you’re interested, please visit my Contact page and shoot me an email. I can share some more information and an example with you so you can get an idea of what I’m looking for.
I love fall!
Sure I love the leaves – the color, the crackle under your feet – the cool days and crisp nights. But I love fall for a lot of other reasons.
I love a brisk walk under autumn skies piled high with purple clouds, blown by that northwest wind that brings Canada geese up from the Chesapeake to our pond and fields. Feed corn is cut and threshed. Soybeans are harvested. Fields are bedded down; my garden awaits the spring.
Evenings fall soft and early. Lamps cast a warm glow, inside. Fires upstairs and down warm the den and make the living room glow. And food, glorious autumn food says home, family, friends.
My table is set carefully but not with china and crystal. Fiesta ware brings the color of the leaves to my table. Linen napkins rescued from my favorite thrift shop grace the table with fall colors, too.
Family and friends warm my heart as we sit down, together, to enjoy a meal made from foods harvested from my garden. We revel in the rich fall flavors of one of my favorite Crescent Dragonwagon (yep, that’s her real name) recipes, butternut cabbage lasagna. Oven-roasted brussel sprouts and warm bread fresh from the oven complement the rich flavors of the main course. Warm apple cider and homemade pumpkin pie put the finishing touch on the meal.
Then the games begin. Rummy Kube, Monopoly, Trivial Pursuit, Banana Grams, it doesn’t matter which we choose because we know this wonderful, fall night will be filled with laughter and warmed by companionship and love.
That’s why I love the fall.