Epilog
For the past 4 1/2 months, this has been a labor of love. I have found several of Mom´s recipes that I thought were lost. Others, I did not find: Those indeed are lost. As I was transcribing her recipes, the thoughts, smells and sights of her kitchen were fascinating. The memory flashes of huge Holiday dinners. The turkey, lamb roasts, duck and chicken. The pies and the rolls. And then the power of "The Frown" or of "The Smile" or of "The Laugh". The bustling and busy preparations. The deep concern of whether or not everything would turn out ok. "Are the rolls burned on the bottom?" Did the family "Roll Checker" look? Probably so. And then the philosophical question, "Is white corn ripe? Why isn´t it yellow?"