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A Misperception


Can't claim credit for this cooking, my friend...

Can’t claim credit for this cooking, my friend Paul was responsible. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Something has been nagging at me for over a week and its time to free it from the pit of my stomach.  I thought I could let it go, but I just can’t.  So please indulge me this rant.

Recently a first cousin, once removed, made a comment on social media regarding the long ago family parties and her relationship with food as a result of these large events.
She said she hated food because of what she perceived were acts of gluttony by her parents and relatives.

Her disparaging remark about people I love, who are here, and some long gone, really stuck in my craw.
Yes, there was always an abundance of food at these holidays, BBQs, and reunions. Much more than the people in attendance could possibly eat. It was the spread that her Mother put out for the company, and other specialties proudly cooked, baked, concocted and brought to the event by all the female guests.
Everyone made a fuss over the food.

It was and is part of our culture and tradition. More than having too much to eat, it is a symbol of hospitality, a display of culinary talent, and a show of love.
The fuss over sausage and peppers, rice balls, or cream puffs was appreciation for the work put into it. How Aunt Frances glowed when we clapped over her sausage rolls.  Insane competition over whose meatballs were best, half-joking, but you always took note on whose disappeared the fastest.

We are the children of parents brought up during the depression. To feed someone, or to carry on over food offered to us, is to say I Love You.
I am sorry she didn’t get it then or now. Perhaps she is just too far removed from family and has forgotten the fun times we had around that big table on her Mother’s deck, or the laughter with her Father as he flipped burgers on that bright red BBQ grill.
No, my dear, it wasn’t gluttony, it was family playing with each other. The food was never finished but divided up at the end of the day for everyone to take home a love package.

My wish for you is to remember it as it really was, and for your relationship with food to be a healthy one.

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Posted by on August 28, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Bring In the Fences


Photo by The Silent Wind of Doom 18 Apr 2009 (UTC)

Photo by The Silent Wind of Doom 18 Apr 2009 (UTC) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Anyone that knows me personally, or perhaps from reading my blog, has discovered that I am a baseball fan.  Not just a baseball fan, but an avid Yankee fan even in this dismal season.

There are many things I would have done differently this year,  if I were making the decisions for the bombers.  I would not have traded Russell Martin or Raul Ibanez.  I would surely have dumped Joba and Hughes, both who have been terrible and undependable throughout their Yankee careers.

I do understand that we need to build a younger team, however, with so many of our veterans going into surgery at the end of the 2012 season , and the Alex Rodriguez scandal looming large, it was not a great time to bring in the kids.  No need for me to comment on ARod.  Everything that should and shouldn’t be said about him has already been shouted from the rooftops.  I will not boo him when he takes the field tonight.  That’s just plain silly.

Oh well, hindsight is always 20/20.

My rant today is not just about the Yankees, but rather about baseball in general.  I remember some time ago there were a lot more hits which made our National Pastime more exciting.  I don’t know if it was drugs, the strike zone being smaller, the baseball wound tighter, or our batters were just that much better (this I doubt).  The game doesn’t have me at the edge of my seat anymore.  Not even if it’s the long-standing fun rivalries.

Some people like a pitcher’s duel.  Sure once in a while its thrilling to see those guys showing off their skill.  But for me, give me a back and forth high scoring game every time.  Can’t and shouldn’t encourage drug use, we need a reasonable strike zone, and uniform balls and bats.  How about we bring in some of the fences in every ballpark.  I miss holding my breath and then yelling, “See Ya”, as my friend Michael Kaye would say.

What do you think?  BRING IN THE FENCES.

 
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Posted by on August 9, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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The Month of August


English: Mascot_in_winter. Patchogue Dock phot...

English: Mascot_in_winter. Patchogue Dock photo by Stevan (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Cooked mussels

Cooked mussels (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Here I sit on August first and I am shocked that I haven’t written a thing since the beginning of July.  Yes, it was uncannily hot in New York for at least nine days , and I did enjoy the company of my grandchildren for six days, but there were sixteen additional days, times twenty-four hours, when I had opportunity to write.

A vast number of topics crossed my mind, but I was unprofessional and did not jot them down as I thought of them.  A writer should never be without paper, pen, or iPad.  Those gems of ideas are fleeting and rarely recalled once your attention is pulled elsewhere.  The longer you hesitate to sit at the computer, the harder it gets to do so.

Today on the View (which I was watching instead of writing) was that prolific author, Danielle Steel, who has written 130 books.  She does this all on a manual typewriter.  She said she likes the sound of the click clack of the keys.  I can relate to this.  I remember writing on an old machine myself, very long ago.  The sound of the striking keys would mesmerize me and the words just flowed.  I will need to see if I can get this laptop to make that sound.  Anything to stir up those creative juices.

I have mixed feelings on this August first.  I am worry that the summer is flying by and I haven’t done one of the things I’d planned.  However. I am pleased that it’s still summer and the opportunity is still available to me.

Food defines seasons to me. Turkey is Fall, Ham, Winter, Cherries and Nectarines, Spring, but my favorite of all, Shellfish in the Summer.  Long Island Mussels, Crabs, and Clams.

I know you can get any of these foods any time of the year, but there is something special about eating them in season.  Yesterday I made my version of baked clams.  The day before steamed mussels with one of my own variety of juice.  I haven’t cooked crabs yet this summer, but it won’t be long.  Perhaps it’s not just the taste of seafood, rather the memories they bring with them.  Memories of youth, family, love, wellbeing, and being care free.

The shellfish, a trip to the beach, visiting with friends, and a short vacation will fill my August.  I’m not going to worry about the month past, but about the month I am living.  I will go in the pool, and smell the flowers.  Oh, and I am going to write down all those fleeting thoughts that will grow into profound blogs.

Happy August.

 
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Posted by on August 1, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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