Tag catch up!

Name five foods, dishes or otherwise, that were a part of your childhood, and that you sometimes miss when nostalgia gets to you..."

Hm, not only was my Mom a fabulous cook, she was an even better all around homemaker. There are so many things I remember about my childhood that my Mother made so special. She was/is creative, funny, warm and extremely welcoming to ALL. Lets see, food wise some of the things I remember :

Thanksgiving was always a wonderful time for our family. Lots of warmth, laughter and good food. (plenty of food) Trying to recall, I would have to say that my Mom's stuffing was the best thing on the table. It was just so yummy, I mean the flavor was amazing and she didn't put in the yack body parts of the bird, whew!

Coffee cake. Need I say more? My Mothers coffee cake should have been patented and marketed, it was that good. The body of the cake was dense but moist, and had the most wonderfully buttery flavor. The TOP! Please, I can't even tell you how great IT was. I remember the smell of the cake floating through the house, down the hall and rifling right up my nostrils. Even though I had no intentions of getting out of bed, I couldn't help myself. Just like in the cartoons, the visible smell would make a lasso, tie itself around me and haul me out of a very warm bed. It dragged me back down the hall and planted me there at our kitchen counter. Very much worth getting up for.

Next and not so fab. in and of itself, but I loved the jello desserts my Mom would make. Granted it's just jello BUT, with a loving hand and her best parfait glasses she would whip up the most beautiful little treats for us all after dinner. They always made me feel like we were so special. (I know we were/are) Just that she took the time to make each one. Not just throwing a blob of jello in a bowl, covering it with topping and tossing it in front of us. I just remember sitting there with a towering glass of prettiness in front of me, and that is was prepared so lovingly by Mom.

Something to eat? Not so much. Homemade play-dough. Sure we had tons of the store bought stuff, but it just wasn't the same. Being raise in the Northeast, we had our share of cold and rainy or snowy days. I can remember specifically requesting that Mom make us some dough, and would whip up a batch as us older ones sat waiting patiently. What fun!

NO! Not that for dinner. Just because this is supposed to be about things that were great, I had to throw this in. The meal that would cause me to sit at the table for hours was liver and spinach. Holy COW! What was this woman thinking with such a dinner? There were four of us, and this is what she created. To this day, thirty some odd years later, I still have to flee the area if either are being prepared. YACK!!

So, there are my five. Hope you have enjoyed it.

Mom, thanks for making all the simple things so very special. I knew how to be a wife and Mother long before I became either because I was lead by a wonderful example of both. I love you!