Steamed freshly dug potatoes, garden fresh green beans, 3 small onions, with some bacon bits sprinkled over the top. Smothered in butter, salt and peppered. Dark roast coffee (black/ no sugar) and 2 farm fresh eggs (over easy.) The freshness of these eggs can be measured in minutes. (minutes from when they were laid until making it to my plate).
That’s what’s on my breakfast menu again this morning, and has been the past month, while the garden is growing.
One of my strongest memories growing up, related to my grandma (my dad’s mom) was her asking me in her German accent, was “Doggie, do you suppose you can bring me a few new potatoes when they are ready from your garden?”
She liked to steam them with the skin still on, along with onions and green beans
I was her favorite grandchild she said. Found out later, she said the same thing to my cousin Carol. 🙂
Several of my favorite memories of her are tied to food and drink.
When I was about 17, after the Christmas eve church service, I got a flat tire. Biting subzero temperatures, no gloves or hat. I remember feeling like my fingers were on fire while I tried to undo the nuts on the tire. By the time I got to the family Christmas party at grandma’s my head felt like it was about to explode. She took one look at me, took me over to her kitchen cupboard, said she had something that would fix me right up. Poured me a little shot of Rock and Rye.
Never had it in my life.
Heck, up until that time in my life, I’d never tasted a drop of alcohol..period.
Let’s just say it worked. 🙂
Do you have any strong memories growing up with a grandparent, or an older person who’s now gone that are tied to food?
Would love to hear them!
Remember, I love details. DM