A GREAT SUMMERTIME OR ANYTIME DESSERT

Five senses overload best described Aunt Alice’s kitchen … Bleach cleaned and brightly lighted; smelling of smoked meats and sweet cakes; crowded with grown-ups who were loud with laughter, full of unfamiliar words, and giving toothy smiles and hugs as unconsciously as breathing. This was a pleasantly scary place to be for a three year old. I wish I could literally time travel to experience this again. And again.

As for this Portuguese Butter Sponge Cake … Having backyard chickens with extra eggs, and a memory boost from a friend, thank you Margaret, and thoughts of the grown-ups in my great aunt’s kitchen revived this family favorite. This cake was eaten straight from the oven for the intensified buttery taste, more noticeable when warm.  Margaret had eaten it just this way at our house and remembered it after all these years as a favorite.

There’s something about great food and memories. I have to laugh about our old family photos. It seems from these we did nothing else, but eat. Continue reading


A Perfectly Simple Recipe

Salmon Fillet With Balsamic Glaze

Salmon

Treasures from the sea were never found on my plate when I was growing up. Well, unless it came from a tuna can. Except for my Grandmother Rose our family was just not into what the ocean had to offer with the exception of crab for my dad and brother. Even grandma repeating fish is brain food didn’t change the menu. Today, there is nothing welcomed like a nicely prepared ocean fish.

Summer is almost over but there is just enough time for one more succulent salmon recipe. This recipe is revised from one printed in the July 2001 Bon Appetit Magazine. It has an impressive presentation whether you are cooking for a crowd or for one.

Thank you Dora for suggesting this recipe so many years ago for me to prepare for Marc, and for taking the recipe from the barbecue to the oven. Marc did enjoy salmon cooked this way. Or was it Ed? Dora and I worked together for years in research. We disagreed more than agreed except about food. Remembering our high tea in Phoenix. Or was that Pasadena? Apparently, I’m not remembering.

Miss you Dora.

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