You know, if my dad were still alive, he would be in his glory to be right in the midst of a pig roast. My dad was ahead of his time. Over 35 years ago, before it was fashionable, my dad made his own spit. We would have the relatives over and have a “turn”. We would always have boneless pork roasts and boneless beef roasts. Dad was always the chef. It was always cooked to perfection. I know my dad would…
I make a very unique potato salad. Since I am giving up my recipe for my famous potato salad (probably only in my mind), for the first time ever, you have to humor me as I tell you the history of this dish. When I was in the 8th grade the Einsendel family moved in next door to us. This was a really big deal because Frank Einsendel was my age. We had seen enough movies that we knew all…
We are now in the middle of May. Today was absolutely beautiful. It feels like summer is right around the corner. I told you about Farmer Brown in my last blog. Last Saturday Farmer Brown and Joyce stopped at Sherman Provision and they did not come empty handed. They brought me a beautiful bushy tomato plant. Tom said it would produce yellow tomatoes in between the size of a cherry tomato and a regular tomato. I can’t wait. There is something…
When I was a child we had a garden every year. It wasn’t an option. It was a major source of our food. We had fresh produce all summer. Mom canned and froze everything we didn’t eat. For a family of 6 it was a necessity. I can remember going out with my dad to check our garden. I loved those times with my dad. What I wouldn’t give to be able to walk out one more time with him to…