It was the coldest and most ferociously snowy winter of my youth where I was created and formatted into the adult I am today in a small small town in Northeast Pennsylvania. These days due perhaps to global warming or perhaps on the flip side to cycles
in climate we just don't get snows and cold like that any more. Obviously on most days we are glad as we enjoy a warmer, more gentle and forgiving old man winter who no longer tortures some us quite so badly as we remember.
On one such Blizzardly day I walked home from school (uphill both ways mind you) frozen and wet to the bone. School at this point was rarely closed as we had grown accustomed (Or the Administration and Parents had grown accustomed and much less lenient
on the kids) to all the snow and ice and the genes of our Polish and Germanic ancestry "kicked in" and we hunkered down as best we could. With a nod to these ancestral roots, I remember fondly the smells of the house as I arrived home. It was supper being
prepared by my family members. Across the neighborhood depending on the traditional influences of family and tradition, you had the smells of Cabbage, Ham, Bacon, Tomato Sauces, Onion, and various hearty roasts being prepared. It was likely the comfort
of family that gave us repose from the cold but the food on the table we sat down with also had great impact.
This is why, today, when the weather turns a little bit, or seemingly turns a little bit, to those weathered conditions of memorable years mentioned above that I feel that inner yearning for recipes of dishes prepared by grandmothers, mothers, aunts, and
even older siblings to comfort me in my perceived "distress" ( which is never as quite as bad as it truly was ) from the tortures of mother nature about us.
Food nourishes our soul, the very emotion that drives us to comfort and sustains us through periods of hardship.
This week I am reviewing the cookbook of my family and sharing the recipes that gave me the most joy and peace. Have a look in my Recipes and reminisce with me.
Country Residence of the Barefoot Infanta