Gosh -
Mama would appreciate anything someone would make for her on that day!
Mama would appreciate anything someone would make for her on that day!
Cathy & SP,
SP's Maine tale reminds me of this book. Not a lot of photos like I prefer (a handfull), but full of stories- all in all a good read- plus, it looks like it's available for a hair over three bucks, used, at Amazon!
Amazon.com: Lobster Rolls and Blueberry Pie: Three Generations of Recipes and Stories from Summers on the Coast of Maine: Rebecca Charles, Deborah Di Clementi: Books
SP's Maine tale reminds me of this book. Not a lot of photos like I prefer (a handfull), but full of stories- all in all a good read- plus, it looks like it's available for a hair over three bucks, used, at Amazon!
Amazon.com: Lobster Rolls and Blueberry Pie: Three Generations of Recipes and Stories from Summers on the Coast of Maine: Rebecca Charles, Deborah Di Clementi: Books
I'm w/ you, mama... I ain't a picky eater- plus I know the work and good intentions it takes for someone to go to any amount of trouble at all. I'd enjoy & appreciate toast & jelly if someone shared it with me!
Ditto CAG!
A cup of tea, some toast or bagels or a piece of coffee cake fresh from the oven - nice conversation.
As the years go by - the birthdays disappear - and the family members are gone.
A cup of tea, some toast or bagels or a piece of coffee cake fresh from the oven - nice conversation.
As the years go by - the birthdays disappear - and the family members are gone.
...so I have time to type.
We took a family vacation to Maine when I was 9. My parents saw a brochure for a clambake on the bulletin board at the local grocery store. We took a ferry boat to an island not far off the coast.
Once on the island, the whole crowd sat at wooden picnic tables and was served the most wonderful clam chowder ("lahst cahl for chowdah" is still a favorite family quote), corn on the cob, and I forget what else because I was so picky at nine I probably refused to eat the rest of the meal, more's the tragedy.
When the meal was done, trays of blueberry cake were brought out. It was a simple, from-scratch moist white cake studded with fat Maine blueberries...delicately flavored so as not to overpower the berries, with cream cheese frosting. Maybe it was the salty cool air that whetted our appetites or just the magic of the whole evening, but we all agreed that it was the best dessert we had ever had. We spent the rest of our time on the island exploring, climbing up and down hills, chasing sea birds, watching the sun set over the water. We returned to the mainland on the ferry still tasting that cake.
My mom tried various recipes for years, attempting to duplicate the blueberry cake. She only tested cakes in NJ's blueberry season, and every year her attempts were delicious, but not THE CAKE. Then she stumbled across a New England cookbook - I don't remember which one, but it may have been one of those paperback local conglomerations of recipes you find in gift shops. We took our first bite and...could it be? Yes. The cake of our memories at last...now savored every year in blueberry season, for my birthday.
We took a family vacation to Maine when I was 9. My parents saw a brochure for a clambake on the bulletin board at the local grocery store. We took a ferry boat to an island not far off the coast.
Once on the island, the whole crowd sat at wooden picnic tables and was served the most wonderful clam chowder ("lahst cahl for chowdah" is still a favorite family quote), corn on the cob, and I forget what else because I was so picky at nine I probably refused to eat the rest of the meal, more's the tragedy.
When the meal was done, trays of blueberry cake were brought out. It was a simple, from-scratch moist white cake studded with fat Maine blueberries...delicately flavored so as not to overpower the berries, with cream cheese frosting. Maybe it was the salty cool air that whetted our appetites or just the magic of the whole evening, but we all agreed that it was the best dessert we had ever had. We spent the rest of our time on the island exploring, climbing up and down hills, chasing sea birds, watching the sun set over the water. We returned to the mainland on the ferry still tasting that cake.
My mom tried various recipes for years, attempting to duplicate the blueberry cake. She only tested cakes in NJ's blueberry season, and every year her attempts were delicious, but not THE CAKE. Then she stumbled across a New England cookbook - I don't remember which one, but it may have been one of those paperback local conglomerations of recipes you find in gift shops. We took our first bite and...could it be? Yes. The cake of our memories at last...now savored every year in blueberry season, for my birthday.