This latest short & sweetened Apron Strings Contestpost comes from Janice. Be sure to check out the rest of the Apron Strings contest submissions and rate them. The lucky winners will receive gift certificates to shop at Fiesta Farms.
My dad couldn’t cook. He’s a total 50’s dad that left cooking to my mom. However, he made killer ice coffee drinks. This was eons before Starbucks. I still can taste it. I lost my pop when I was 21. I am now much older, but remember the icy goodness of that drink.
Teva Harrison’s submission to the Apron Strings Contest has me salivating (or is it just close to lunchtime?). Teva calls herself a “rogue chef”–sounds pretty cool. Thanks for the submission. We salute Grandpa Bob! Be sure to check out the rest of the Apron Strings contest submissions and rate them. The lucky winners will receive gift certificates to shop at Fiesta Farms.
I’m the youngest, so it was a long time before I was allowed to help grate the carrots for Grandpa Bob’s famous carrot cake. I remember watching, fascinated, as the carrots turned into lofty grated haystacks.
Grandpa Bob would always let me steal a little piece of pineapple before it went into the batter, and he’d let me clean up the bowl after he made the yummy cream-cheese frosting. The best part, though, was always the first bite. I watched him bake the cake every time, and there was nothing magical about the recipe or the process, nothing to account for its deliciousness.
These days, I hesitate to eat carrot cake, as it’s always a disappointment against the memory of the special ones Grandpa Bob would bake for us when we visited. And sometimes, even though I know that it won’t be the same, I enjoy a slice because it brings me closer to his memory.
This blog post comes from Radha Rayasam whose blog Radha Rayasam’s Home Made Sumptuous Meals reflects Rhada’s skill in the kitchen: “I’m a self taught cook, and I’ve always received flattering complements from everybody.” Thanks for the great post Rhada! Be sure to check out the rest of the Apron Strings contest submissions and rate them. The lucky winners will receive gift certificates to shop at Fiesta Farms.
My dad gave me the recipe for this dish. I still remember the whole event.
I was getting ready to leave to school. I was sixteen years old. I had several strict rules in the house, like I could not go anywhere after 6:00 PM, no make up whatsoever, and I had to be accompanied by a family member to all of my freinds’ houses. I realized at that point of time that the world was very cruel outside the home, and my parents were trying to protect their precious princess, their only daughter!
I was in 12th grade, dressed in my all white churidhar, white canvas shoes, white ribbons braided in my long, oiled hair, tied next to my ears and looking like eggplants! The other girls in my class refused to tie those ribbons and let their hair loose. Letting my hair down was a big no-no in my home. So I had to wear those horrendous ribbons. The boys in my class called me saamiyar (the holy one who had renounced all worldly pleasures) and the girls in my class laughed at my title. I never cared, I just was busy in my own world. I had a best friend, and we both would giggle and talk about the latest movie songs featured on TV. You guessed it, we were not allowed to go to the theater to watch movies! We went as a family to watch old ‘golden’ movies that were supposed to instill good character in us!
Love this entry from Toby Collins revealing his dad’s culinary challenges. Have you entered the Apron Strings contest yet?
He’s probably be mad at me for bringing this up, but one Thanksgiving dinner he was in charge of preparing the turkey. I guess you can figure out what happened, everyone was horrified to discover he had left the whole bag consisting of gizzard and giblets…oh, yes, he did! LOL
Lisa Waines submitted this familiar memory of Dad cooking Sunday Brunch for the Apron Strings Father’s Day Contest.Thanks Lisa! Be sure to check out the rest of the Apron Strings contest submissions and rate them. The lucky winners will receive gift certificates to shop at Fiesta Farms.
My Dad loved to cook Sunday morning brunch. It usually consisted of waffles and/or pancakes, bacon, eggs, grated potatoes, onions, carrots fry up. Mom did most of the cooking but Sunday brunch was Dad’s event. So good and fun. He loved to make it and we would spend much time at the table after eating joking and laughing.
Now, whenever I need some cheering up, I cook what my Dad usually did on the Sunday mornings.
Thank you, Dad, for loving us up with good yummy Sunday brunch!!!