tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3539230443507304038.post620554463574946249..comments2023-03-28T01:47:24.340-07:00Comments on South Bronx Homestead: Nostalgic Snacking (or, I Was A Teenaged Card Sharp)SameOldOpheliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02807672322547562958noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3539230443507304038.post-43897718303186717842010-04-03T22:26:39.342-07:002010-04-03T22:26:39.342-07:00Janna, I have the same opinion of frozen peas that...Janna, I have the same opinion of frozen peas that you do about canned peaches. Growing up in FL and then TX, the weather was never cool enough to grow peas (and my family wasn't one for gardening in any case), so my only exposure to peas were the frozen and canned kinds. Canned peas are blasphemy in vegetable form as far as I'm concerned, but I loooooved frozen peas. They were sweet, had that satisfying pop/cruch when you bit into them, and when tossed with a bit of butter and salt they made the best after-school snack I could think of.Lynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16980445250920149618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3539230443507304038.post-23604410179065358962010-03-28T13:11:02.686-07:002010-03-28T13:11:02.686-07:00Brava Janna.
I remember distinctly being asked, b...Brava Janna.<br /><br />I remember distinctly being asked, by another Foodie as it happened, why I teared up upon eating a particular dish. I simply couldn't make someone else understand the power of aroma, taste, and texture to key a particular memory. Very individual stuff. But incredibly powerful.<br /><br />The dish in question was Blinis Demidoff, but I can be taken back three decades by:<br /><br />A combination of Hebrew National Franks and Kraft Macaroni and Cheese - summer nights, outside, playing badminton with my parents in Maryland<br /><br />The strawberry shortcake that used to be delivered to the house by a retired baker who seemed a combination of every little old man stereotype I knew as a boy.<br /><br />The milk that used to come to the insulated galvanized steel box on the back porch. It had a paper cap and, yes, came in a bottle.<br /><br />The chocolate pound cake my grandmother created every summer. To this day, I continue to try and re-create it. <br /><br />And for some reason, the combination of long island iced tea as an accompaniment to clam chowder at the Cottage Inn in Ann Arbor. I can't think of a better midnight weekend meal.<br /><br />And yes, were I to tally up the number of hours spent playing Hearts with Marty and Cherie Van Maanen, Melissa Givens, Josh Hood, and the rest of the Interlochen/Rice crew, I certain I would shudder. <br /><br />Thanks for the memory trip this afternoon.<br /><br />Cheers!<br /><br />MPAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com