The ones my mother made were almost always perfect. Mine however were not, I had a long learning curve, but later on I intentionally made mistakes. The imperfect ones were for “testing”. When I saw the kids waiting in anticipation, I made a wonky one so they could get one right away, I just had to hold it in the air to cool it for a minute not to burn their hands. It was my way of keeping the anticipatory magic alive for me.
Category: Food
I was the only waitress working, and then..
I was working in what’s known in Chicagoland as a greasy spoon diner. The food was good quality and the owners and cooks cared. I was proud to serve everyone who came in. It was a small place, with about twenty booths, and a counter. From the kitchen back and center, the cooks could see…
Fish and Chips: A Culinary Love Letter
When I had a shilling to spend for food, I chose between pasties or fish and chips. The shops were almost next to each other. One was a bakery that made the pasties, the other a fish and chip shop. They were both across the street from my Nelson Central School. I love fish…
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