Food, Folks and Fun?
thinking about Thanksgiving yet? I know I am. To Cleveland
Herman and I will go, where my Mom only knows how to cook
for forty. Unfortunately, neither one of my sisters are planning
on being there, so Im thinking about fasting for a couple
of days before going. I hope Herman will do the same, because
there will be tons of food there.
what happens is that I wind up taking a ridiculous amount
of food home with me. My Mom kind of always insists, in that
shes there all alone. And of course she hates to throw
anything out. This, I think, runs in the family.
time my aide or Herman tries to clean out the refrigerator
I find myself promising to eat those items that are left over
and being tossed. What actually happens is that I get them
to hold out for a few days until there is a unanimous agreement
that they have to go. As Im writing this, Hermans
looking over my shoulder and reminding me that we have a whole
pot of fried rice from a week and a half ago that is past
needing to be eaten. So after this column is done, Hermans
trotting to the refrigerator (Im going to make him trot)
to discard it. I need to face facts, therere cooked
eggs in that fried rice. Not good.
getting to be dinner time soon. Maybe Ill save it, and
just on principle eat it. I can tell you right now Herman
wont touch it. He will instead want to use his new pots
and pans with the super no stick bottoms to whip something
up. Have I ever told you about these great ivy pans I bought?
Herman and my aide hate them, but I love how they look. In
fact, after Herman got his new ones (which I bought for him)
the beautiful ivy pots got moved to the top of the cabinets
so I could see them all the time.
gave me the option of placing Hermans new pots there
(ugly!) and so I went for mine instead. What Terry really
wanted to do, as did Herman, was toss them out in the garbage.
In fact, she tells the story about when she and her husband
first got together, he had a similar set of pots and pans.
She took one look at them, and said, "Either they go
or I go." So into the trash they went.
point, the only thing the ivy pots are used for is to boil
my eggs at breakfast or the big one for use with my air popped
popcorn. I tried to convince Herman to use them to make me
some chocolate pudding pie, and his response was swift. "The
pudding absolutely sticks to the inside of these pans and
so I have to wash them in the sink before putting them in
the dish washer, so whats the point?"
he continued, "Every time I wash out those pots in the
sink, the handle always falls off and I have to super glue
it back on." Did I ever tell you guys that my "fabulous"
ivy pot set has detachable handles? Well, actually they arent
supposed to detach. My theory is that they make a great conversation
piece. Plus, it wasnt as much fun scraping out the pudding
from the new pots. It just comes out too easy. It didnt
even feel good to lick out the bowl. I think part of my fun
is seeing Herman flip out with frustration in trying to scrape
the stuck pudding out of the bowl without breaking another
just have to find my fun somewhere else with Herman. Driving
to Cleveland for Thanksgiving is an immediate entertainment
watching Herman white knuckle it through traffic. And at the
other end is all that brisket and turkey and noodle kugel
and farfel which is a grain product that Im convinced
only my Mom can make properly. (She sent me the recipe and
Herman tried to no avail.) The good cooking will come at Thanksgiving
with lots of leftovers and THEREs something to be thankful
Spira, a native of Cleveland who pursued an acting career
in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues free lance writing from
Caroga Lake here in Fulton County. Previous columns may be
accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com"