Hi guys! We’ve had Halloween Cupcakes and Cookies. Now it’s time for a Halloween Cheesecake! What seasonal veggie could be better to play the lead in today’s Halloween recipe than pumpkin? None I tell you🙂 Pumpkins always remind me of October and of Halloween. Always. So of course one of my Halloween recipes had to […]
via: Spiderweb Pumpkin Cheesecake for Halloween — Sarah’s Little Kitchen
I had Easter dinner this afternoon with a cousin who took his first steps around this table of long ago. He is now in his early 60s, I am just 70. The warm tones of the old color photo let you know at once this must be the 1950s.
Belle Porter, Gampa’s English downstairs “lady” [you could never call them maids – they were the ladies] would serve the food with her pince-nez balancing delicately on her nose and making corrections to my childish actions in low, kindly tones. Meat was on a silver parsley-ringed platter; green vegetables looked stunning in a silver bowl, and the mashed potatoes were peaked to perfection. I now know that the only beef served there was aged and what a treat. Lamb was not served with mint jelly. No it was served with home made mint sauce and it was warm and sweet.
Grandmother had died the year I was born so my father sat at the head of the table opposite Gampa. He was weak on one side due to a brain tumor so his foot lay heavily at times on the “buzzer”‘ beneath the carpet Grandmother used to touch to ring Belle for the next course. Poor Belle, she popped in and out like a cuckoo when Dad hit that buzzer multiple times by mistake.
There were nothing but arm chairs at Gampa’s table. He felt it was not very democratic for a host and hostess to have the only comfortable chairs with arms. He therefore had an antique chair he favored copied eleven times by an old Rochester firm named Hayden hat specialized in reproductions.
A word about the silver loving cup in the center of the table. Gampa hated people who went as guests to peoples’ homes and commented on the contents therein. One poor guest asked what the silver thing was in the middle of the table. Gampa looked at him and said slowly and calmly: “my father’s ashes; like them near me when I eat.”
My brothers and another male cousin are all living out-of-town with large and growing families of their own but cousin Curtice and I hold down the fort here in Rochester. We no longer have dinners at one of our homes but at the retirement home where he lives. It is lovely and we have our even lovelier, warm memories. We are blessed to have one another and to have learned about the lasting value of family and not “things” at Gampa’ s table.
Gots to make the Christmas cakes! Look at all the great help in the kitchen!
To all of you, from all of us here At Grandma’s Table, have a wonderful and Merry Christmas!
from DF with love 🙂
Now, kitteh, yes, now you can dig in!
May all our friends here At Grandma’s Table have a blessed and bountiful Thanksgiving.
from DF with love 🙂