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In the flavor of Chicken Soup for the Soul, here is a joyful collection of heartwarming stories accompanied by mouthwatering recipes. Seasoned with heartfelt ...
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In the flavor of Chicken Soup for the Soul, here is a joyful collection of heartwarming stories accompanied by mouthwatering recipes. Seasoned with heartfelt blessings, this marvelous book will help you revisit time-honored values and foster the sharing of meaningful conversation--and new recipes--at mealtime.
of longing for the simplicities of good taste once enjoyed on
the farm or in the hometown (he or she) left behind.
I grew up in the Depression in three rooms behind my father's store in Haverhill, Massachusetts. Times were simple and our food even simpler. The word ""gourmet"" had not yet entered common parlance, and our total ""pasta experience"" was heating up a can of Franco-American Spaghetti. My mother's favorite meal was what she called New England Boiled Dinner -- throw everything in a pot and boil it. Our only seasonings were salt and pepper. We'd never heard of sage, let alone saffron. When I married Fred, a restaurant manager in New York, I had much to learn. ""I hope you don't cook like your mother,"" he said on our honeymoon. ""How else?"" I thought to myself. Fred put me on an instant training program. When I served him hot dogs and baked beans on our first Saturday night, as I'd been brought up to do, he exclaimed, ""Hot dogs belong in Yankee Stadium. I don't ever want to be served these beans again.""
I left my New England heritage behind and quickly moved from tapioca pudding to Grand Marnier souffles. When my mother visited, I would prepare unusual gourmet treats, feeling it was my job to expand her culinary horizons.
During my mother's last years at a retirement hotel, she seemed to enjoy the bland food and simple surroundings. One day I asked her, ""How do you like it here?"" She replied, ""This is the nicest place I have ever lived."" I could hardly believe it! ""Why?"" I asked. ""The first day I arrived,"" she said proudly, ""they assigned me my seat in the dining room. They put me at the head of the table and gave me the only chair with arms on it.""
Suddenly I realized that I had never put her at the head of the table or even cooked what she enjoyed. The next time I returned from a speaking trip I invited my mother over for the evening. I prepared a New England Boiled Dinner, seated her at the head of the table and gave her the only chair with arms on it.
While I was on my next trip, my mother passed away peacefully in the night and I realized I'd spent my life trying to train my mother instead of pleasing her. She had simple tastes and asked for so little, but it took me until the last month of her life to put her at the head of the table and give her the only chair with arms on it.
If you wish to be a blessing And do all that you are able,
Find someone in need of a meal And seat them at the head of the table.
Makes 8 servings
Makes 8 servings
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Posted November 27, 2004
'Anything is posible in the kitchen.' I once heard.For my book Project I did an interesting book. This book was called, 'Chicken Soup for the Soul Cookbook. Now I know what your thinking, 'oh a cookbook, how boring.' Well when I fisrt saw this book I thought the same thing, but as I read i started to love it. Chicken Soup has not just recipes, like you are probably thinking. It's not only a cookbook but it tells the stories behind the recipe's. One of my favorite stories is called no Depression Cake. You probably guessed that this cake has to do with the Great Depression. It does and doesnt. you see, this cake was made during the great depression. Whenever you would make it, it would put a smile onto your face! Maybe because it had, no butter, no milk, and no eggs. I guess that since it had none of these ingrediants that was what made it so special. So one day when i have a family and they are feeling blue, then I will make them some no Depression cake! I would give this book a 5 out ot 5 because to me when i was reading this book I just couldn't put it down! It reminded me to cherish being in the kitchen! Ps. No Depression Cake makes 12 to 15 cups of smiles!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 27, 2001