Happy summer, everyone!
The Wades have been traveling! In June our entire family went to California to see my parents, my sister’s crew, and extended family. We came home from California, unpacked, did laundry, packed, and left again for Florida to
mooch off of spend time with my other sister and her family at the beach house they rented.
While we were in Florida, my mom made a dish that her mother (Grandma) used to make. Chicken artichoke salad.
1 box chicken flavored rice
2 green onions, chopped
10 green olives, sliced
1/2 of a green pepper, chopped
1/2 cup mayonnaise
1 jar marinated artichokes (slice and save liquid)
1/2 teaspoon curry powder
The meat of 1 rotisserie chicken, chopped
Cook rice according to directions and cool. Add onion, pepper, and olives. Drain oil from jar of artichokes and mix it with mayonnaise and curry. Add mayonnaise mixture to rice. Add chicken and chill.
Grandma used to serve this salad for lunch with a slice of buttered toast and salted and peppered cantaloupe. She and Grandpa had a time-share condo in Palm Springs and I distinctly remember her dishing up cold chicken artichoke salad to me there when I’d come in from the sun and the pool.
Both of my grandmothers were wonderful women and wonderful cooks. Both passed away some time ago. But as my mom, my sister, and I sat around a table in Florida eating chicken artichoke salad, we were reminded of them powerfully. We spent most of the meal talking about them and remembering all the things they’d loved to cook.
Foods, like scents, can take us back in time, can’t they?
In addition to chicken artichoke salad, we fondly reminisced about Grandma’s vegetable soup, waffles, bacon, coffee, strawberry shortcake, the Rocky Road ice cream she always kept in the freezer, and her root beer floats.
Mamaw was most famous for her Sunday lunches. We’d frequently drive to her house after church and she’d serve us a meal that always included mashed potatoes, beef, salad, and (arguably most memorable of all) her puffy ‘clover leaf’ bread rolls. Here’s a recipe that looks similar to hers.
Mamaw knew her way around desserts, too. She must have made hundreds of pecan and lemon meringue pies and a hundred and one batches of ‘sandies‘.
I can’t tell you how thankful I am for the Godly influence of these women in my life. I dearly, dearly loved them. They’re in heaven now, but their food is timeless and links me to them still. It links them to my children’s generation, also.
I have my grandmothers’ recipes. Even though I’m not a skilled cook (to say the least) I can make their dishes with my own kids while chatting with them about their heritage of faith and cooking.
What are the dishes you most remember your mother or grandmother cooking? Do you sometimes bring out their recipes and make them yourself?