The first time I ever tasted Indian pudding was in Maine at the Maine Diner in Wells, Maine. I had already consumed one of their top lobster rolls and was very full, so my sister and I split a dish…
Pork Belly
Trying new recipes at any stage of life can be a challenge for some people. Roasting a new cut of meat is rare for me because just when I think I have tried just about everything I hear of a…
Summertime Picnic
1960’s. We never owned a family picnic basket growing up, but the few times we tailgated along the many creeks in New York. Our picnics were a couple of loaves of white bread, a few pounds of bologna sliced thin,…
Grandma’s Clam Chowder
My grandmother was French Canadian and spent the bulk of her days in Maine; one day she confessed to me she made the worst clam chowder – only once. She was a new bride back in 1924; and her husband…
Pears, Maple Syrup and More
I grew up with pears and always loved them. Mom often bought canned pears year-round, but a ripe one was delicious. Juices dripping down my chin. I loved savoring the last bite. Maple syrup is collected all throughout New England,…
Thanksgiving in a Bowl
I’m not sure why, but Thanksgiving was reserved for some of the spices mom used only around the winter holidays, and I followed in my kitchen. Ginger, nutmeg, cinnamon, cloves and Bell’s Seasoning. Over 150 years and strong. This mixture…