Friday, April 05, 2013Author: Richard Daugherty
(Last modified: 2013-04-05 13:44:50)
Source: The Herald-News
It happens every year about this time — I get homesick. I don’t know if it is Easter, the improving weather or just a general life cycle. And there comes a time in a person’s life when you really can’t go back home again, at least not in the physical sense. Sure, the house may still be there but the people are different and all the old familiar things are gone, even the neighbors. And I suppose that is one of the reasons that I enjoy cooking and collecting recipes because without a doubt there are very strong connections between people and food. In some ways, traveling through my cooking and collecting is the closest thing I have to "going home."
Whenever spring comes, I always think about dandelion salad and fresh greens, and one of my favorite dressings for those salads are old Pennsylvania recipes that my mom’s family always made. I had never written them down, and realizing that I probably should, I finally asked my Aunt Dorothy Bish to send me the recipes. Even though Aunt Dorothy lived far away, I had always felt a special love and bond with her, and I know the feeling was mutual. After Mom died, I’d like to just call her up and talk a while because just hearing her voice and her manner of speaking was like a little trip “home” for me, if you know what I mean. During our chats and through our letters, I learned many things from Aunt Dorothy, one of which I want to share with you today.
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