I would need a buffet because I simply can't choose between these favorites:
The first course would be a seafood snack: de-shelled lobster tail with drawn butter, de-shelled crab with more drawn butter, and finally boiled shrimp with cocktail sauce.
|Lobster tail and lots of butter|
The third course would be salad -- I'm NOT going to eat European style and hold the salad until after the entree. Would I have lettuce of any type? Not on your life. I'd have deviled eggs and potato salad prepared by -- wait for it because you'll be surprised -- my mom.
|Mother's eggs were purist -- a bit of mayonnaise, a dab of golden mustard, a bit of dill and salt & pepper|
|Mother's potato salad also contained mustard and lots of eggs with onions and celery and good seasonings; I like other kinds but always come back to a mustard base|
|Hubby's spaghetti, when made for me, is a meat sauce topping -- and it's sweet to the taste.|
|This is a Chamber's Thermowell Stove -- the Thermowell is the round lid on the back right; the oblong lid on the left was the griddle from which came the best pancakes in the world; the Thermowell cooked the meat while we were all at church|
Actually, if I could have all this -- and stuff it all down - I could forgo dessert. Really. BUT -- if I still had room I would want to be seated at Grandmother's Christmas table when the specialty desserts created by each woman in the family were passed around: Mother made suet pudding with real hard sauce (yes, it had suet in it), Grandmother made fondant and mince pie (with more hard sauce), my aunt made a lovely brittle, and I always spent a day producing coconut balls hand dipped in chocolate.
|The suet pudding was a recipe from my father's mother; it was boiled in tin cans for hours -- and usually looked just like this but with a lot more hard sauce on it|
|Christmas Eve dinner at Mother's home -- I'm peaking out from the far back but seated next to my beloved grandmother -- Dad is at the head of the table and on his right is his mother of the suet pudding recipes; this was probably 1951 and I was five|