That’s what I’ve been doing this 10th day of Christmas, feast of the Holy Name of Jesus. There’s the printed pages from Food and Wine that have to get into their sleeves in my ring binders and all those 3X 5 cards I’ve made of new and less legible recipes I’ve had to file. Quite a few of the former, as we’re into a pretty creative stretch. But the dive into the old recipe boxes is quite the dip into the old days. There are recipes in the hand of mothers, aunts, grandparents and older sibs calling to us from the past about how to do things. As I try to create new recipe cards from their scribblings, I strive to keep their same folded up papers for the memories. Kathy’s mom will forever tell us how to make her ice cream pumpkin pie and me my Aunt Dorie’s stew. Tonight I’m going for braised lamb necks with garlic and fennel. Nothing I think my predecessors would have cooked up, but something I think we’re savoring. Praise all that has come before. Bon appetit.
Published by rike52
I retired from the Rheumatology division of Michigan Medicine end of June '19 after 36 years there. Upon hitting Ann Arbor for the second time (I went to school here) it took me almost 8 months to meet Kathy, 17 months to buy her a house (on Harbal, where we still live), and 37 months to marry her. Kids never came, but we've been blessed with a crowd of colleagues, friends, neighbors and family that continues to grow. Lots of them are going to show up in this log eventually. Stay tuned. View more posts