Here’s the pic when I met Julie for lunch,
We’re at the Yarn Sellar where I bought my first (and likely not my last) pair of Addi’s. I am in love!
It was nice to see family at the wake, and the family on the other side. The skinny brown Italian boys I remember running on the beach are all men now. The priest was Irish, accented, and rather hilarious. Said my cousin’s daughter would make a good priest some day! Coast guard cadets at the funeral to meet my uncle as he left the church. Slow salutes, flag folding, flag presentation, and taps. Oh, and tears. But it was a lovely service and very nice that they were there.
Bro and I convinced dad to take us to dinner, in the North End, at Fiore’s, the restaurant that used to be my uncle’s and his brothers’ music and gun store (that always gave us a chuckle). Dessert at Modern Pastry (I could treat for that). My dad is such an awful Massachusetts driver when he is in the city! I’m sitting in the passenger seat, swearing (“jesus fucking christ dad”), bro is in the truck jump seat (it’s nearly a back seat), I forget what he was saying, probably “I can drive”. And dad, he’s up front, “can you see the prudential tower?” (he had told us earlier to keep it in sight…kept asking us, even when we were not sure where we were walking on some dark side street…can you see the prudential tower??).
They were something of party poopers. We walked by the triangular square by Paul Revere’s house, but they were so done with me being a tourist that they didn’t want me to go over and take a pic (it’s dark) (so what, I just want to touch it).
At the wake, my cousin L said she still had Grammy’s cookbook. In a box, under the bed, never used by her…would I want it? Well, yes! (Grammy passed away about 3 years ago at the age of 104!)
But, here is the real treasure,
all the hand written recipes, and that cartoon with the pinked edge is an ‘old dutch cleanser’ ad!
L says “maybe you can figure out which of the oatmeal bread recipes is the right one”. Ditto the molasses cookies. I think I counted 7 or 8 of each! Like many people her age, I think Grammy mostly cooked on the fly. She had a basic recipe, but then used what she had, or what she remembered went into it. She must’ve written them down multiple times either as a checklist for herself or to give to others. She loved to cook, and was a good cook, for the things she regularly did. Great pot roasts, boiled dinners, bread, crisp molasses cookies, rhubarb pie, rappie pie (a Nova Scotia speciality), baked beans, pickled things. But, some things were dicey, like ‘speegets’.
I started this hat Easter night,
I made the over the ear version, but didn’t like it so much and pulled it back a bit shorter,
just in time for the snow we are expecting tomorrow
My internet is SLOW. I should go figure out the problem, slow as when it was dial-up!