Good story Doak @TexLaw. Where are those "boys of Summer?"
Don Henley said they are gone.
Good story Doak @TexLaw. Where are those "boys of Summer?"
Don Henley said they are gone.
the greatest scent memory for me is my mom....
Another food that reminds me of eating out (remember, we didn't do it often)- fried rice. I was probably 10 or 11 when I discovered Chinese mustard, and I have used it since (although my fried rice usually contains pork now). Every time I have it I remember family night out, mainly because of the mustard.
I lived with my grandparents after my mother died (I was 13). They had been going to the same Chinese restaurant for about 20 years at the time (around 81). They moved away from Cleveland a time or two (my grandfather got sent to churches that were struggling), but they always came back to the same place. I last ate there in 92, and I am sure they are still there (when I go back I will look for them). They had those wontons that kind of remind one of Styrofoam- the would crinkle a bit when you dipped them in the soup. I haven't seen those things in our Chinese place (which the wife and I have been going to for at least 15 years)- they use the fried noodles.Now that you mention it, the first time I had a Chinese egg roll with the spicy mustard was at our little small town rodeo during Western Week They were a new restaurant in town and they set up a booth. They were a huge success and became a nice member to our little community.
Spread out, far and wide. Some ninety miles away, others nine-hundred or more, but those are the sort of friends you pick right up with as if you saw each other yesterday afternoon.Good story Doak [MENTION=92373]TexLaw[/MENTION]. Where are those "boys of Summer?"
Owen, and I mean this for real, you need to write a book. Reading your stories, I can almost hear Garrison Keillor's voice.
It is weird how many memories I have that revolve around food.
Sharing a meal is a simple but important thing. We do some of that sharing here, and it is great. But . . . do take a buddy to lunch. Invite friends or relatives to dinner. Contribute to soup kitchens for the needy.
I do contribute to Arlington's Women shelter. On Sunday, I am going to cook my sister a rib eye for her birthday. She loves it when I grill.
I'm preaching to the choir.
My father also made great french fries. They were ripple-cut style like they serve at Chick-Fil-A. I'm not sure what he used to fry them in, might have been peanut oil. Whatever it was, I've never tasted anything quite like them since then, but the Chick-Fil-A fries come the closest.Second: My father always made the best French Fries. Now just a simple reminder that I have probably fried 20,000+ pounds of potatoes in my career and I never figured out how he did it!!!! On his death bed, I asked him to finally tell me his secret and his response was "Mod Edit"..... Still haven't figured it out!
Those fries were crispy like a potatoe chip on the outside, fluffy inside and looked like cut raw potatoes. Still puzzles me.