These were a few of our favorite things:
“Gortons” [grotons–ground pork pate]
“Tourquee” [tortiere–pork pie]
“Boudin” [blood sausage–really yuk]
“Crepes” [Memere’s fat crispy pancakes cooked in light oil–the recipe faded away with her Alzheimer’s]
“Rhubarb stalks dipped in a cup of sugar” [great for walking around with]
“Pepper steaks” [thin beef grilled with sautéed onions and peppers in a bun, at a Lakeview stand in Dracut, MA]
“Maple Syrup Pie” [leftover pie crust fashioned in a mini-pie plate baked with a thin layer of maple syrup inside]
“Popcorn and ice cream” [a double-guilty Sunday outing treat at Locke’s in Hollis, NH]
“Raw Carrot, Celery and Potato Sticks” [the only way Mom could get us to eat veggies]
“Le mis pi le beurre, mais le croute pantoute” [Pepere’s description of my sister’s habit of eating only the middle of the French bread with butter, and leaving the crust]
“Fig Squares” [at Crosby’s Bakery in Nashua, NH–still available, exactly the same today, amazingly]
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A nice tongue and cheek way to present a story about memories of food — in menu format!
At last, a fellow rhubarb connoisseur! We have such refined tastes. Thanks for sharing.