Friday, June 3, 2011


Every year from the time I was 12 years old, I spent the summer at my grandparents house up north near the lake. Ostensibly, the goal was to learn the value of hard work by helping my grandparents and great-grandparents in their gardens and around the house. Then, when I was old enough, I earned money working in the restaurant kitchen my grandma managed.

I certainly learned about hard work. There wasn't a morning my grandparents weren't up before the sun. They raised a huge garden with plenty to share with friends and family and anyone else who had a need. But with the sweat there was equal amounts of fun. Delicious meals and even more delicious desserts, pinochle tournaments, and great conversation -- all around Grandma's kitchen table.

It's been at least ten years since I've spent a summer at my grandparents house. Now I have a house and family of my own. But every year around this time, I start to long for those summers again. Last month I asked Grandma for some of her recipes and I'm going to try to recreate a taste of what we had around her table. Here we go.

1 comment:

  1. Just so you are aware, I'm stealing everything you post on here for the cookbook. But don't worry, you're officially the editor of the cookbook so you get the final say.