Peach Cobbler Memories
HERBERTSHE
In article <338163...@vegas.infi.net>, vegasmj <mj...@vegas.infi.net>
writes:
>
>Dazzy Deb wrote:
>>
>> vegasmj <mj...@vegas.infi.net> wrote:
>>
>> >Mike, my peach cobbler memories are of my Grandmother, too. I could
>> >never get the crust flaky like she did. Of course, way back then <bg>
no
>> >one worried about fat. She make her pie crusts with lard and they
melted
>> >in your mouth. (Is lard still around?) We loved it for breakfast also
>> >but our first choice was her bread pudding. I have tried to duplicate
>> >that too but haven't achieved the same results. I remember she put 'a
>> >litle' baking powder in it to make it lighter rather than soggy. I
don't
>> >know what 'a little' means, however. I wonder if it is the memories or
>> >were they really to die for.
>>
>> >mj
>>
>> It's probably all the love that went into those recipes that made
>> them to die for, mj.
>>
>> Dazzy Deb
>> Heaven Doesn't Want Me, and Hell is Afraid I'll Take Over
>
>Daz, I think you are right. She was one special lady in my life. I have
>an old photo (before retouching was a way of life) of my grandmother
>when my grandfather was 'courting' her. What a beauty she was and what
>stories she told me about the courtship. Her line of suitors was a
>long one. That beauty was obvious all her life, especially on the
>inside. A portrait of her in her sixties show that same kind, loving,
>beautiful girl of eighteen.
>
>mj
You guys sure we don't share the same grandmother??? She lived with us and
helped raise my brother and me... we were bed buddies, she and I !!! She
was a rare beauty as a girl, sweet and naive and trusting her whole
life... when she died at age 85, she had barely a wrinkle in her perfect
face with skin so smooth as clear! But more than that, she had that
special inner glow. She lost her leg to cancer when she was only 33, and
lost her husband a few years later... I was only 3 months old when grandpa
died so I don't remember him... but she still smiled when she talked about
him until she died. And what a cook! I've tried to make her homemade
yeast rolls... and mine are very good, but they just don't have that
light, melt in your mouth quality that hers had... I can close my eyes and
remember playing outside in the cold, when she would call us in for
supper.. the kitchen would be steamy warm and the memory of the aromas of
her cornbread, pinto beans (yes!!) and collard greens still makes my mouth
water. But it's the feeling of love and security I'm really remembering,
I think, of when we would all gather around the supper table and enjoy
Grandma's comfort food---that's what was so special.
She in Chicago