Great Food Can Make Great Memories
FETTUCINE WITH CRAB, ALA ALICE & GOLDEN GATE ONION DRESSING
At a recent dinner party, a friend asked my husband, “Do you always eat like this”? “No”, the jokester replied, “she usually just heats up a can of soup”.
I will deal with him later.
However, it started me thinking about my love of cooking and entertaining, and how it all got started.
When I was a little girl, my Mom, would occasionally plan a fancy dinner for just the four of us, Mom, Dad, sis and I. We would eat in the dining room, with the pretty plates, and not watch TV. Sinatra or Ella, Mom and Dad’s favorites, would be playing on the stereo and, as she served the dinner, she would be singing along. This was as much a treat as the special meal. Her voice was, and still is, as good as any of the big band singers, rather like an early Christina Aguilera.
I learned a lot from those dinners: How to plan a menu, how to time it so all the food is hot, the importance of a centerpiece, not to use the chipped crystal, and to always serve a salad.
As I got older, I would design and create a paper menu to commemorate the occasion. A simple task, but it meant the world to me. I was also assigned the dubious task of preventing my little sister (aka HER) from feeding the shrimp cocktails to the cat.
Mom was famous for her Christmas Eve parties. A very close friend of mine loved them, and once said to her, “your parties make me so sick, because I always stuff myself”.
I will never forget the day of my twentieth birthday. I had worked a fashion show in town, and as I walked down the hill from the bus stop, I could smell the tantalizing aroma of Chicken Parmesan emanating from our house - a block away! Until that day, I had no idea I could run that fast in high heels.
There was another dinner I remember quite well. This time I had just arrived home late from art school, “What’s for dinner, Mom?”, I asked as I came through the door. She turned around, holding a large shallow bowl of pasta, “Fettuccine with Crab”, she said, and tilted it slightly for me to see. Gravity took hold, and the contents slipped out, all over her brand new designer shoes, onto the kitchen floor - crab and all. Luckily, there was a burger drive-through down the street.
That was a lot of years ago. Mom is cooking just for one now, and the meals are on the leaner, healthier side. But she’s still using the fancy plates and still wearing those designer shoes. What a gal!
Meals make memories. Plan a special one for your family soon. Just make sure you keep the pasta in the bowl, and not on the floor.
