Today's recipe comes from a comment left by my Aunt Linda a few weeks ago. When I was a little kid we often had family gatherings and they are some of my most cherished childhood memories. These memories come with a soundtrack in my mind, no surprise! I actually have a playlist in my iTunes library titled "Marvelous Matriarch Mentors" which contains 27 songs that remind me of my aunts and grandmothers. It's heavy on the Engelbert Humperdinck, Tom Jones, Elvis, and, my personal favorite, Bobby Vinton, but any song of the 60s would fit. I actually had another song ready to go for this post but then last night I read about the passing of Andy Williams. Andy Williams and his music and TV shows are as much a part of the fabric of that era as any other song. To pay tribute to him, I'm going to go with Moon River today, that beautiful and haunting tune written by Johnny Mercer and Henry Mancini - and crooned to perfection by Williams. Doubters, and fans, can watch him sing this song on this YouTube video. Grab some of those tomatoes out of your garden and take a trip back to my childhood in the 60s.
Family gatherings in my childhood were usually potluck affairs. All the women were wonderful cooks and the serving table held all sorts of flavorful salads and side dishes. Grandpa would have his chickens on the rotisserie and everyone would be driven wild with the smell of it all. We ate well at those gatherings - very well!
I remember my favorite place was hanging near where the women were visiting. They'd laugh and cackle, each one of them a natural storyteller, making something as routine as going to the store sound like an event. I can scarcely think of a childhood memory without them in it somewhere. I was a very lucky little girl!
I remember my favorite place was hanging near where the women were visiting. They'd laugh and cackle, each one of them a natural storyteller, making something as routine as going to the store sound like an event. I can scarcely think of a childhood memory without them in it somewhere. I was a very lucky little girl!
Last month my Aunt Linda left a comment on my post about the Fresh Tomato Bruschetta. That dish had reminded her of a salad my grandmother used to make which was very similar. She asked if I remembered it. After she refreshed my memory I do remember seeing it but am sure I skipped right on by as those were my "no-way-no-how" years with tomatoes and that bowl was filled with pretty much just tomatoes.