Well, I looked it up and was quite surprised. There seems to be quite a variety of foods in Happy Meals. Burgers, chicken and fish. but beyond that an array of vegetables and fruit juices that are offered.
What is the problem? The toy? MacDonald's success? What? Everyone cannot afford gourmet dining.
Aside from meat or fish, I see...Vegetables and fruit galore...lettuce, tomato, onion, pickle, potato, apples, wheat-(the roll) and fruit juices. No you cannot eat the toy.
With all due respect, Mrs. Obama, you are much wider than many overweight women I see. Should you be telling people what and how much they should eat?
Telling overweight children they are a threat to "National Security" is abominable. To have the audacity to demean young people is unacceptable. You are crude, rude and lack compassion. Your words are insulting, harmful and destructive. It illustrates you are willing to do or say anything to achieve the political goals of Mr. Obama. What are they?...Marksism, ,Socialism, Communism, King, Dictatorship?
The American people want none of that. We want our Constitution and Bill of Rights.
It appears that the administration and supporters are becoming the "Foot in Mouth" decease carriers of Joe Biden. Perhaps the top of the Democratic ticket in 2012 will be "Joe OBiden and Nancy Pelousy.
Perhaps a third party is immanent, "The Tea P{arty".
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
DonofCooking: Women of South Philly
DonofCooking: Women of South Philly: "Wives and Mothers. At least once a week they were all outside with their hoses and brooms. They cleaned the walls, steps, pavement and stree..."
Women of South Philly
Wives and Mothers.
At least once a week they were all outside with their hoses and brooms. They cleaned the walls, steps, pavement and street. I can remember my Aunt Gloria scrubbing the marble steps at 747 S. Darien St...My mother cleaning every baseboard in the house and the windows inside and out every week. That was the life they chose and did it well. Of course my chores each week were cleaning the bathroom and scrubbing the kitchen floor: and daily stoking the coal furnace and taking out the ashes.
NOTE; What a deal! Women - cleaning, cooking, laundry, organize activities, comfort, care, give birth, and a host of other efforts including in today's world, careers. All because one man gave up one rib. And when you go dancing they do everything a man does, backward on high heels. WOW. Be grateful guys.
We rarely had our doors locked and the ladies simply knocked and entered every afternoon for coffee and a donut. I heard them laugh. They were happy. And every evening about 5 pm a magnificent array of aromas flowed from their kitchens.
There was a great respect for authority in those days because those in authority, I believe, were endowed with COMMON SENSE, and applied it: teachers, police and parents. Todays world seems to encourage a law suit for any trivial matter. You know, nail polish, Waring weird T shirts and a host of other things that kids do just to tick you off. Maybe that's an indication we are not communicating effectively. Perhaps one fault is our leaders are no no longer mentors.
I believe women have always ruled the world, they simply did not get the credit. Now they demand credit and things will change, but I also believe, not to their benefit. If you want to be what a man is you will receive what a man gets. You may not like it. I would never trade places with a woman. I believe men got the best deal from nature. And therefore women deserve the ultimate respect.
Well, thank you Mom and all the ladies of Bancroft street for many happy days, block parties, encouragement, patience, which all adds up to love thy neighbor.
At least once a week they were all outside with their hoses and brooms. They cleaned the walls, steps, pavement and street. I can remember my Aunt Gloria scrubbing the marble steps at 747 S. Darien St...My mother cleaning every baseboard in the house and the windows inside and out every week. That was the life they chose and did it well. Of course my chores each week were cleaning the bathroom and scrubbing the kitchen floor: and daily stoking the coal furnace and taking out the ashes.
NOTE; What a deal! Women - cleaning, cooking, laundry, organize activities, comfort, care, give birth, and a host of other efforts including in today's world, careers. All because one man gave up one rib. And when you go dancing they do everything a man does, backward on high heels. WOW. Be grateful guys.
We rarely had our doors locked and the ladies simply knocked and entered every afternoon for coffee and a donut. I heard them laugh. They were happy. And every evening about 5 pm a magnificent array of aromas flowed from their kitchens.
There was a great respect for authority in those days because those in authority, I believe, were endowed with COMMON SENSE, and applied it: teachers, police and parents. Todays world seems to encourage a law suit for any trivial matter. You know, nail polish, Waring weird T shirts and a host of other things that kids do just to tick you off. Maybe that's an indication we are not communicating effectively. Perhaps one fault is our leaders are no no longer mentors.
I believe women have always ruled the world, they simply did not get the credit. Now they demand credit and things will change, but I also believe, not to their benefit. If you want to be what a man is you will receive what a man gets. You may not like it. I would never trade places with a woman. I believe men got the best deal from nature. And therefore women deserve the ultimate respect.
Well, thank you Mom and all the ladies of Bancroft street for many happy days, block parties, encouragement, patience, which all adds up to love thy neighbor.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
BASEBALL in the 40's
We certainly had our variations of baseball. Box ball to hose ball. Actual bats to broomsticks. A half ball, piece of hose, pimple or tennis ball, a hard ball that was probably wrapped for the 2nd or 3rd time with tape.
We played almost anywhere. A public playground when the field was open; a vacant lot with tin cans and broken bottles ( tho I don't recall anyone sliding into a base). Mostly there were no baseball gloves, bare handed hardball was it.
There was an organized league called "The Babe Ruth League", but I never knew anyone who was in it. The public playground was a field of black cinders but they had real bases and we could slide into a base with little damage.
A bathhouse was part of the playground and of course there was girl's day and boy's day. To enter you had to have a dry bathing suit. The swim time was about 45 minutes. We went for the early swim, about 11 am. Played some ball 'til our suits dried then went in for another swim. On saturday we still had time for a matinee at the movie. On Sunday, the church dance and pizza at Fiore's afterward or a malted milk shake and cheese steak at a corner store. When we felt like walking, it was Pat's Steaks on 9th and Passyunk for a special treat.
At that time Philadelphia had 2 major league teams, Phillies and Athletics. My uncle Reds took me to a Phillies game and they won. Thanks uncle Reds.
My uncle Reds (Levino DiLiberato) was a unique individual of many skills. He road the rails as a vagabond, crossing the country many times in railroad box cars. He played the violin, mandolin and was a National Checker Champion and competitive as a National Chess Champion.
We played almost anywhere. A public playground when the field was open; a vacant lot with tin cans and broken bottles ( tho I don't recall anyone sliding into a base). Mostly there were no baseball gloves, bare handed hardball was it.
There was an organized league called "The Babe Ruth League", but I never knew anyone who was in it. The public playground was a field of black cinders but they had real bases and we could slide into a base with little damage.
A bathhouse was part of the playground and of course there was girl's day and boy's day. To enter you had to have a dry bathing suit. The swim time was about 45 minutes. We went for the early swim, about 11 am. Played some ball 'til our suits dried then went in for another swim. On saturday we still had time for a matinee at the movie. On Sunday, the church dance and pizza at Fiore's afterward or a malted milk shake and cheese steak at a corner store. When we felt like walking, it was Pat's Steaks on 9th and Passyunk for a special treat.
At that time Philadelphia had 2 major league teams, Phillies and Athletics. My uncle Reds took me to a Phillies game and they won. Thanks uncle Reds.
My uncle Reds (Levino DiLiberato) was a unique individual of many skills. He road the rails as a vagabond, crossing the country many times in railroad box cars. He played the violin, mandolin and was a National Checker Champion and competitive as a National Chess Champion.
Monday, November 1, 2010
DonofCooking: FOOTBALL in the 40's
DonofCooking: FOOTBALL in the 40's: "Football in the street; two hand touch. Our ball was rolled up newspaper wrapped with string. We dodged a pile of manure here and there, but..."
FOOTBALL in the 40's
Football in the street; two hand touch. Our ball was rolled up newspaper wrapped with string. We dodged a pile of manure here and there, but it was still fun.
When someone came up with a real football we went to Columbus Park and played tackle. We never had a full team on either side, but we could mix it up.
The only time I was ever injured is the one and only time I wore equipment; helmet, shoulder pads and knee pads. One play is all it took. It was the kick off. The ball went sailing over my head, I turned to see where it was going and the damned thing bounced backward, landed in my arms and the whole team hit me. I only went down on one knee. The ankle of that leg was where half the tacklers ended up.
I limped to the sideline and my vision turned purple. The whole world was purple. I passed out for about 10 or 20 seconds. For the next 3 weeks as I limped about, the guys called me elephant ankle. Never again wore equipment and I never lost my appetite for football or food.
When someone came up with a real football we went to Columbus Park and played tackle. We never had a full team on either side, but we could mix it up.
The only time I was ever injured is the one and only time I wore equipment; helmet, shoulder pads and knee pads. One play is all it took. It was the kick off. The ball went sailing over my head, I turned to see where it was going and the damned thing bounced backward, landed in my arms and the whole team hit me. I only went down on one knee. The ankle of that leg was where half the tacklers ended up.
I limped to the sideline and my vision turned purple. The whole world was purple. I passed out for about 10 or 20 seconds. For the next 3 weeks as I limped about, the guys called me elephant ankle. Never again wore equipment and I never lost my appetite for football or food.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
PIZZA and More in South Philly
After the church dance or a movie at the Broadway theatre on Broad & Snyder, or Earl theatre, the Venice, Alahambra, Plaza, Colonial and more, me and a few friends headed to FIORE'S pizza for the largest pizza they made, 1/2 ea. of anchovies & pepperoni and a giant pitcher of root beer. That topped off the night.
There was a soda fountain almost every block where you can get an extra thick malted milk shake for 20¢, even at drug stores, and many where you can get a cheese steak and shake for 45¢.
Those days there was a cop on the beat and when he said move, WE MOVED. Although we were duop guys and sang on the corner. It was all great fun but we respected authority. They were there for us and we rarely had to lock our doors. In summer half the block would sleep on the pavement on really hot nights, no air conditioning and few fans.
Street lights, all gas. Yes we had the "old lamplighter of long long ago". He would light the lamps and go on. Then they managed to remote control them, I guess that lost some jobs...progress you know.
FRESH, FRESH, FRESH. Hucksters through our streets, all day, every day. Vegetables, fish, fruit, eggs, you name it. A carousel for the kids, waffles and ice cream, Knife sharpening and umbrella repairs. Pushcarts of Italian water ice, Federal Pretzels. ice cream on almost every corner. These were men driven by a sense of responsibility to Family,. Independent and proud.
As a small boy my parents took me for evening walks through Passyunk Avenue, the longest crooked street in the world. I call it "the street of pushcarts".. There may very well have been a dozen pushcarts in each block, not sure. What did they offer? Steamed and raw clams, steamed mussels, hot dogs, waffles with icecream, corn on the cob and more than I can recall. Along our route were furniture stores, clothing stores and restaurants.
Photographers in the 30s. Some stood on street corners and made portraits, some came through the street with a pony and dressed kids up like cowboys and in a matter of minutes you had a portrait on a painted pony. All before Polaroid.
There was a soda fountain almost every block where you can get an extra thick malted milk shake for 20¢, even at drug stores, and many where you can get a cheese steak and shake for 45¢.
Those days there was a cop on the beat and when he said move, WE MOVED. Although we were duop guys and sang on the corner. It was all great fun but we respected authority. They were there for us and we rarely had to lock our doors. In summer half the block would sleep on the pavement on really hot nights, no air conditioning and few fans.
Street lights, all gas. Yes we had the "old lamplighter of long long ago". He would light the lamps and go on. Then they managed to remote control them, I guess that lost some jobs...progress you know.
FRESH, FRESH, FRESH. Hucksters through our streets, all day, every day. Vegetables, fish, fruit, eggs, you name it. A carousel for the kids, waffles and ice cream, Knife sharpening and umbrella repairs. Pushcarts of Italian water ice, Federal Pretzels. ice cream on almost every corner. These were men driven by a sense of responsibility to Family,. Independent and proud.
As a small boy my parents took me for evening walks through Passyunk Avenue, the longest crooked street in the world. I call it "the street of pushcarts".. There may very well have been a dozen pushcarts in each block, not sure. What did they offer? Steamed and raw clams, steamed mussels, hot dogs, waffles with icecream, corn on the cob and more than I can recall. Along our route were furniture stores, clothing stores and restaurants.
Photographers in the 30s. Some stood on street corners and made portraits, some came through the street with a pony and dressed kids up like cowboys and in a matter of minutes you had a portrait on a painted pony. All before Polaroid.
Monday, September 27, 2010
ITEM 5 - In-laws and Food
Another adventure in good eating. Beginning with my mother-in-law Marie, before she was, and sunday dinner. You can count on a ton of pasta, meatballs and sausage. On occasion, half moon large ravioli that melts in your mouth. Among her culinary accomplishments was eggplant like I never tasted. She passed on these skills to my sister-in-law Ann, who eventually did most of the cooking, while my wife did the ironing. This is all when we were single.
Sunday dinner usually found about seven of us at the table with pasta and a gallon of my father-in-law John's homemade red wine. In South Philly we called it Diego Red. John would sing a couple of old Italian songs to top off dinner. What great fun that was. I of course, after dinner, dozed off on the couch for about an hour, then my girlfriend Connie and I went to a movie.
My mother-in-law Marie, what a woman, had no easy life. She was born and raised on a farm in Italy; an arranged marriage to a South Philly Italian, native of Italy. Marie was 40 years old and unbeknownst to her, he was 70. She learned English and always worked. Her 2 daughters were her ultimate concern.
My sister-in-law Ann was a marvelous cook and a specialty of her's was stuffed olives and mushrooms. No matter how many she made, they were devoured almost instantly. May sound like small items but they took much time and work. Her husband Bob made excellent cranberries on Thanksgiving. He also made an incredible Fruit Cake. Not something you can stick in the oven and serve when it cools. It takes, from what I understand, a couple of months, requiring constant observation and cultivation. Someone once said there was only one fruit cake ever made and it keeps getting passed around; not so with Bob's, you just gotta eat it.
I hope you all understand the most critical ingredient here is LOVE. Without it, little will be accomplished.
Sunday dinner usually found about seven of us at the table with pasta and a gallon of my father-in-law John's homemade red wine. In South Philly we called it Diego Red. John would sing a couple of old Italian songs to top off dinner. What great fun that was. I of course, after dinner, dozed off on the couch for about an hour, then my girlfriend Connie and I went to a movie.
My mother-in-law Marie, what a woman, had no easy life. She was born and raised on a farm in Italy; an arranged marriage to a South Philly Italian, native of Italy. Marie was 40 years old and unbeknownst to her, he was 70. She learned English and always worked. Her 2 daughters were her ultimate concern.
My sister-in-law Ann was a marvelous cook and a specialty of her's was stuffed olives and mushrooms. No matter how many she made, they were devoured almost instantly. May sound like small items but they took much time and work. Her husband Bob made excellent cranberries on Thanksgiving. He also made an incredible Fruit Cake. Not something you can stick in the oven and serve when it cools. It takes, from what I understand, a couple of months, requiring constant observation and cultivation. Someone once said there was only one fruit cake ever made and it keeps getting passed around; not so with Bob's, you just gotta eat it.
I hope you all understand the most critical ingredient here is LOVE. Without it, little will be accomplished.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
ITEM 4 - FUN, GAMES, SCHOOL
Hi Tech today is a challenge for every young person and amazes me how they manage to keep up with the almost daily advances. Hi Tech for us was when you got a pair of pants that had a fly with a zipper rather than buttons. You gotta believe that was progress.
Mostly, we made our own toys (no K-Mart) and mostly of wood. A toy car fueled with vinegar and baking soda that moved like a jet. Rubber band guns to play cops and robbers; homemade scooters from apple crates, a 2x4 and an old skate. Communications devices with flashlight batteries, wood, some tin and wire; of course we had to learn Morse Code. But there was always 2 Dixie cups and some string.
I scaled the corner of the two story building, which had enough of an indentation in the bricks (about every foot) for me to get to the roof and retrieve our hose balls, pimple balls and half balls. I tossed them down to my friends and we were back in business. I did not come down the same way. I negotiated to our bedroom window, then to the canopy above our front door and from there it was a piece of cake.
I made my own shoe shine box and made a little money for treats and movies. if it sounds hard, it wasn't. It was fun, challenging and a bit profitable. At that particular time I attended Catholic school (about 2+ years) and I'm certain I was a challenge to the Nuns, who made me quite familiar with the yard stick and pointer. My wisdom was lacking in those days and I didn't know when to keep my mouth shut.
On to public grammar school and my 5th grade teacher, Mrs. Trimble. Magnificent. Don't recall my grades. Junior high, Vare, in South Philly - Mr.Siedel. 9th grade, also magnificent. I learned more from him than he will ever know. He failed me in 2 major subjects and rightfully so. I simply did not carry out the assignments. Actually he did not fail me, I failed him, my apologies, Sir.
Junior High - all I can say is, my sympathy and apologies to all the wonderful teachers that tolerated us.
Mostly, we made our own toys (no K-Mart) and mostly of wood. A toy car fueled with vinegar and baking soda that moved like a jet. Rubber band guns to play cops and robbers; homemade scooters from apple crates, a 2x4 and an old skate. Communications devices with flashlight batteries, wood, some tin and wire; of course we had to learn Morse Code. But there was always 2 Dixie cups and some string.
I scaled the corner of the two story building, which had enough of an indentation in the bricks (about every foot) for me to get to the roof and retrieve our hose balls, pimple balls and half balls. I tossed them down to my friends and we were back in business. I did not come down the same way. I negotiated to our bedroom window, then to the canopy above our front door and from there it was a piece of cake.
I made my own shoe shine box and made a little money for treats and movies. if it sounds hard, it wasn't. It was fun, challenging and a bit profitable. At that particular time I attended Catholic school (about 2+ years) and I'm certain I was a challenge to the Nuns, who made me quite familiar with the yard stick and pointer. My wisdom was lacking in those days and I didn't know when to keep my mouth shut.
On to public grammar school and my 5th grade teacher, Mrs. Trimble. Magnificent. Don't recall my grades. Junior high, Vare, in South Philly - Mr.Siedel. 9th grade, also magnificent. I learned more from him than he will ever know. He failed me in 2 major subjects and rightfully so. I simply did not carry out the assignments. Actually he did not fail me, I failed him, my apologies, Sir.
Junior High - all I can say is, my sympathy and apologies to all the wonderful teachers that tolerated us.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
ITEM 3 - FOOD & WAR
Food, a different meaning and a little short then; in the 30s - lack of money; in the 40s - war. Ration stamps for food. Everything was rationed. Top of the list was Butter, Coffee, Meat, of course gasoline and tires. The introduction of Margarine with that obvious orange dot to squeeze and manipulate 'til it looked like butter. Each family was alloted stamps according to their number. I was always the family shopper and I did go to a super market (rare find) but can't remember the name.
There were air raids with the sky filled with searchlights, but thanks to our military and leaders, our country was never touched. Exclusive of Hawaii and Alaska which were not yet states. My father was an air raid warden, he could not serve in the military. When he was twelve he was hit by a truck which left him with a silver plate in his head and a silver bone in his thigh. So, he became a welder at the Sun Ship Yard in Chester, PA. The unstoppable Joe the Barber. At the end of the war was laid off from Sun, got on a bus and got a job at the Gulf Oil Refinery that same day.
The war years - little red wagons and trash picking once or twice a week, by my friends and me. Collecting every recyclable item we could find - tin, copper, lead, rubber, rags and newspaper for the war. Of course we made enough money at the junk yard for a saturday matinee and maybe a box of Good & Plenty.
Saturday matinee, wow. Always a great feature film plus, "Joe McDoaks" , "Heckle & Jeckle" , "Laurel & Hardy", "Spy Smasher", "Captain Marvel", "The Bowery Boys", "The Lone Ranger", just loaded with Chapters and Short subjects. "The News Of The Day", uncensured clips of the war and in 1945 the horrible films of Nazi concentration camps.
At the end of the war we had many, many block parties to celebrate. First VE Day then VJ Day. Lots of food, music and dancing under the Christmas lights strung across the street from house to house. The women made all kinds of food which were laid out on many tables. There was soda for the kids and beer for the adults. That was our block, but every street in South Philly did the same thing.
Before that, FDR was my hero and I had to see him in-person. I played hookie from school when I was eleven to see him on South Broad St. in front of South Philly High. I wanted to touch his hand but chickened out when I got within 15 feet of his open limo. In his famous black cape and long cigarette holder he looked at me and smiled. He wasn't wearing his funny black hat on his way to the Philadelphia Naval Yard to give a speech. I was sad he did not live to see the war end.
There were air raids with the sky filled with searchlights, but thanks to our military and leaders, our country was never touched. Exclusive of Hawaii and Alaska which were not yet states. My father was an air raid warden, he could not serve in the military. When he was twelve he was hit by a truck which left him with a silver plate in his head and a silver bone in his thigh. So, he became a welder at the Sun Ship Yard in Chester, PA. The unstoppable Joe the Barber. At the end of the war was laid off from Sun, got on a bus and got a job at the Gulf Oil Refinery that same day.
The war years - little red wagons and trash picking once or twice a week, by my friends and me. Collecting every recyclable item we could find - tin, copper, lead, rubber, rags and newspaper for the war. Of course we made enough money at the junk yard for a saturday matinee and maybe a box of Good & Plenty.
Saturday matinee, wow. Always a great feature film plus, "Joe McDoaks" , "Heckle & Jeckle" , "Laurel & Hardy", "Spy Smasher", "Captain Marvel", "The Bowery Boys", "The Lone Ranger", just loaded with Chapters and Short subjects. "The News Of The Day", uncensured clips of the war and in 1945 the horrible films of Nazi concentration camps.
At the end of the war we had many, many block parties to celebrate. First VE Day then VJ Day. Lots of food, music and dancing under the Christmas lights strung across the street from house to house. The women made all kinds of food which were laid out on many tables. There was soda for the kids and beer for the adults. That was our block, but every street in South Philly did the same thing.
Before that, FDR was my hero and I had to see him in-person. I played hookie from school when I was eleven to see him on South Broad St. in front of South Philly High. I wanted to touch his hand but chickened out when I got within 15 feet of his open limo. In his famous black cape and long cigarette holder he looked at me and smiled. He wasn't wearing his funny black hat on his way to the Philadelphia Naval Yard to give a speech. I was sad he did not live to see the war end.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
More Pasta Sauces
Begin your journey through the world of Pasta Sauces. Fear not. It is your kitchen, your taste buds. If you need more details of any specific recipe, contact me. ENJOY!
CHECK IT OUT IN PASTA SAUCES.
CHECK IT OUT IN PASTA SAUCES.
A little tike in South Philly.
From when I was 3-1/2 years old I did the marketing. The cop on the corner crossed me back and forth across a heavily traveled street, Snyder Avenue. Well, not that heavy, there weren't many cars, but by the time I was seven I managed to get hit by one. Well, I actually hit him. (Poor guy was scared as hell. I let out a few moans just for sympathy. A few visits to the clinic fixed up my arm fine and I got a double decker ice cream cone from the driver).
I was told if an item went up a penny I argued with the grocer and occasionally won. Shopping was daily then, you know, no refrigerators or freezers, just an ice box.
True, I mostly hung out with the girls, played hop scotch, jacks and with Dixie Dugan paper dolls. Most birthday parties I attended I was the only boy. So "post office" and "spin the bottle" made me designated kisser. Somebody had to do it.
I moved on to "kick the can", "half ball", "buck buck" and many other games. If this is beginning to sound like the land of OZ, it was. Simply remember OZ was not without its challenges and my book has no place for the negatives.
We moved from the Government Subsidized housing in the Tasker Homes project to a rented home on Bancroft St., it was marvelous. My father renovated to a degree that made the landlord ecstatic, at my father's expense and labour. My father was a master barber but many other things. Jack of many trades, plumbing, electricity, masonry, carpentry, he was unstoppable.
I did have chores, marketing, emptying the water pan under the ice box, stoking the fire to heat the house with our coal furnace, taking the ashes out, cleaning the kitchen and bathroom every saturday, to earn movie money.
Haven't talked much about mom. She was a shy, quiet woman but you wouldn't want to tick her off. She was the anchor and glue that held our family together. When we needed something she always found a way and eventually we bought a house across the street from where we rented. She was sort of a magician that could make something out of nothing.
I was told if an item went up a penny I argued with the grocer and occasionally won. Shopping was daily then, you know, no refrigerators or freezers, just an ice box.
True, I mostly hung out with the girls, played hop scotch, jacks and with Dixie Dugan paper dolls. Most birthday parties I attended I was the only boy. So "post office" and "spin the bottle" made me designated kisser. Somebody had to do it.
I moved on to "kick the can", "half ball", "buck buck" and many other games. If this is beginning to sound like the land of OZ, it was. Simply remember OZ was not without its challenges and my book has no place for the negatives.
We moved from the Government Subsidized housing in the Tasker Homes project to a rented home on Bancroft St., it was marvelous. My father renovated to a degree that made the landlord ecstatic, at my father's expense and labour. My father was a master barber but many other things. Jack of many trades, plumbing, electricity, masonry, carpentry, he was unstoppable.
I did have chores, marketing, emptying the water pan under the ice box, stoking the fire to heat the house with our coal furnace, taking the ashes out, cleaning the kitchen and bathroom every saturday, to earn movie money.
Haven't talked much about mom. She was a shy, quiet woman but you wouldn't want to tick her off. She was the anchor and glue that held our family together. When we needed something she always found a way and eventually we bought a house across the street from where we rented. She was sort of a magician that could make something out of nothing.
Monday, August 23, 2010
ITEM 1: Cook book or history?
I call this a cook book but it is more. Not really about me, but about my time. Life in the 30s and 40s was quite different but occasionally I will go beyond that . The ultimate goal of most was a house and plenty of food and never go to bed hungry, and I didn't; so I relate food to all I have experienced. Every visitor was greeted and offered something to eat and drink. If there was nothing available my Mom sent me to the bakery 2 blocks away for donuts and put on a pot of coffee, French pastry or Danish. There were 9 siblings on my father's side and 5 on my mother's and 90% all lived within walking distance of each other in South Philly. Call it OZ if you like, but remember, OZ was not without challenges. My book is not the place to present the negatives.
Aunts, Uncles and Cousins, some would visit almost every Sunday. They bought me a 5¢ icecream cone, penny fudge or candy dots on a strip of paper, wax lips and so many other treats. I am grateful to them all, mostly for their presence. My Aunt Linda for cakes and pies; Aunt Jean for Polish Bow cakes and taking me in when I ran away from home for 6 hours. My Uncle Charlie and Uncle Mike for their great humor and teaching me humor to be "the true spice of life".
The Trevelinos had many skills and talents and the DeLiberatos were blessed to be designers of clothing, artists and musicians. My Great-Uncle Arthur designed coats and suits for the Duke of Windsor when he visited the USA. My mom designed and created wedding gowns for half the women in our family and her friends. We were close. My grandfather sang off-broadway in Gilbert & Sullivan English operas. Uncle Reds(Levino), a national Checker Champion. Uncle Angelo head of the board of psychology for the Philadelphia schools system. I can go on and on.
I would like you to join me on a journey to the past while you anticipate your frugal budget, remember - plan, shop, cook and package. I will offer tidbits of experiences that I hope you will find entertaining and amusing. My high school English teacher once told me I had the potential to be an excellent writer if it weren't for my grammar, spelling and limited vocabulary. But I won't let that stop me.
Aunts, Uncles and Cousins, some would visit almost every Sunday. They bought me a 5¢ icecream cone, penny fudge or candy dots on a strip of paper, wax lips and so many other treats. I am grateful to them all, mostly for their presence. My Aunt Linda for cakes and pies; Aunt Jean for Polish Bow cakes and taking me in when I ran away from home for 6 hours. My Uncle Charlie and Uncle Mike for their great humor and teaching me humor to be "the true spice of life".
The Trevelinos had many skills and talents and the DeLiberatos were blessed to be designers of clothing, artists and musicians. My Great-Uncle Arthur designed coats and suits for the Duke of Windsor when he visited the USA. My mom designed and created wedding gowns for half the women in our family and her friends. We were close. My grandfather sang off-broadway in Gilbert & Sullivan English operas. Uncle Reds(Levino), a national Checker Champion. Uncle Angelo head of the board of psychology for the Philadelphia schools system. I can go on and on.
I would like you to join me on a journey to the past while you anticipate your frugal budget, remember - plan, shop, cook and package. I will offer tidbits of experiences that I hope you will find entertaining and amusing. My high school English teacher once told me I had the potential to be an excellent writer if it weren't for my grammar, spelling and limited vocabulary. But I won't let that stop me.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
FRIENDS - FOOD - PASTA SAUCE
My South Philly friend Vincent Franza, for 60 plus years, has contributed his favorite pasta recipe to share with everyone. It is nothing like I have ever done. It is most unique and I'm sure you will love to try it. He calls it "Pasta Al Vincenzo". Check it out in Pasta Sauces.
I decided to begin with Vince's because it is so unique and it confirms my attitude of Family, Friends, Neighbors and Food.
In the summer of 1950, in our teens, Vince and I decided to spend a day on the boardwalk of Atlantic city. We did, but missed the last bus back to Philly. So we spent the night standing in front of a radio broadcast booth on the boardwalk and the disc jocky was happy to have a live audience in the wee small hours of the morning. We did catch the first bus back to Philly and went to his house. He woke his sister who made us an incredible breakfast, eggs, pancakes, bacon and more. We ate it all.
I had to be at the WIP radio station's recording studio by 9:30 am to record a couple of songs for a demo. We made it on time. The composer was pleased.
Please check out Pasta Sauces that begin with "Pasta Al Vincenzo". Thank you.
I decided to begin with Vince's because it is so unique and it confirms my attitude of Family, Friends, Neighbors and Food.
In the summer of 1950, in our teens, Vince and I decided to spend a day on the boardwalk of Atlantic city. We did, but missed the last bus back to Philly. So we spent the night standing in front of a radio broadcast booth on the boardwalk and the disc jocky was happy to have a live audience in the wee small hours of the morning. We did catch the first bus back to Philly and went to his house. He woke his sister who made us an incredible breakfast, eggs, pancakes, bacon and more. We ate it all.
I had to be at the WIP radio station's recording studio by 9:30 am to record a couple of songs for a demo. We made it on time. The composer was pleased.
Please check out Pasta Sauces that begin with "Pasta Al Vincenzo". Thank you.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Plan & Shop ... One or More
Why would a person living alone buy family packs or any large quantities? Because you are frugal and plan ahead. You will discover, as I have, what you can do with three pounds of ground beef, and love it. Or you can cook a three pound chuck roast (the cheapest) to make several dishes, tender and tasty, for surprise visits.
The drawback here is "defrosting," and if you are impatient that could be a problem. I am certain you are aware that a coin of any value has two sides, as does my approach. I can only guess, but I believe it is possible to cut your food bill by 30 percent to 50 percent. Perhaps save enough to go out for some fine dining on occasion. Afterall, that's the best way to challenge your own cooking.
PLAN
Ground Beef. There are many combinations of prep and quantities depending on your preferences. Select one to start, then create your own combinations.
1. Meatballs -- 12 mini meatballs (1/2 inch) -- 20. Six slider burgers. Pack in freezer bags.
2. Meatloaf -- 6-8 servings.
3. Chili, Polente, egg noodles with brown gravy -- 1/3 each. Pack in freezer bags.
Meatballs and meatloaf should be cooked at 325 degrees. Meatloaf should be sliced and wrapped individually with Glad wrap and put in freezer bag. Original Italian meatballs are made with equal amounts of beef, pork and veal. Original meatloaf is made with veal.
Roast Beef -- Chuck (cheapest) -- 3 pounds. Cook in a crock pot with beef broth, herbs, six hours. Slice into eight servings. Use juices for sandwiches, platters or beef stroganoff.
Chicken -- Breasts skinless, boneless. Wrap a couple of breasts for dinners individually. Slice a couple for cutlets, some for chicken fingers. Place in freezer bag. Wings and legs for BBQ.
Pork -- Lowest priced roast cut, cook in crock pot with herbs, chicken broth, six hours to make pulled pork sandwiches. Pack in freezer bags with juices. Boneless pork chops are also good for breading. Save the bone for pasta sauce.
Turkey -- Breasts, oven cook, slice, wrap in single servings and place in freezer bags with juices.
SHOP
Fruits and vegetables must be fresh, no freezing. Meat and fish open up my world. Buy family packs of three to four pounds. One package will get you the best pricing.
Enjoy!
The drawback here is "defrosting," and if you are impatient that could be a problem. I am certain you are aware that a coin of any value has two sides, as does my approach. I can only guess, but I believe it is possible to cut your food bill by 30 percent to 50 percent. Perhaps save enough to go out for some fine dining on occasion. Afterall, that's the best way to challenge your own cooking.
PLAN
Ground Beef. There are many combinations of prep and quantities depending on your preferences. Select one to start, then create your own combinations.
1. Meatballs -- 12 mini meatballs (1/2 inch) -- 20. Six slider burgers. Pack in freezer bags.
2. Meatloaf -- 6-8 servings.
3. Chili, Polente, egg noodles with brown gravy -- 1/3 each. Pack in freezer bags.
Meatballs and meatloaf should be cooked at 325 degrees. Meatloaf should be sliced and wrapped individually with Glad wrap and put in freezer bag. Original Italian meatballs are made with equal amounts of beef, pork and veal. Original meatloaf is made with veal.
Roast Beef -- Chuck (cheapest) -- 3 pounds. Cook in a crock pot with beef broth, herbs, six hours. Slice into eight servings. Use juices for sandwiches, platters or beef stroganoff.
Chicken -- Breasts skinless, boneless. Wrap a couple of breasts for dinners individually. Slice a couple for cutlets, some for chicken fingers. Place in freezer bag. Wings and legs for BBQ.
Pork -- Lowest priced roast cut, cook in crock pot with herbs, chicken broth, six hours to make pulled pork sandwiches. Pack in freezer bags with juices. Boneless pork chops are also good for breading. Save the bone for pasta sauce.
Turkey -- Breasts, oven cook, slice, wrap in single servings and place in freezer bags with juices.
SHOP
Fruits and vegetables must be fresh, no freezing. Meat and fish open up my world. Buy family packs of three to four pounds. One package will get you the best pricing.
Enjoy!
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
MORE BEEF
More Beef Recipes. check them out - Stragonoff and Brassiole. They only allow ten pages and I am trying to take advantage of that, so I will keep adding til they shut me down. Keep checking each category for new recipes. You will need to do some scrolling if you want to see them.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Cooking and Marriage
Cooking and marriage
Wow. What a wife I had. She couldn't boil water.. She burned the pot making tea. You see her mother would not allow her to cook, only iron clothes. She learned from my mom, family and me and I believe surpassed us all. Some of her specialties-Jewish Noodle cake, German Chocolate and of course Gnocchi. We eloped in 1953 when I was in the Army and she gave birth to our first, twin boys, three years later.
We eventually made it out to suburban Philadelphia to a town called Phoenixville. We had a home on a half acre with a garden 80 feet wide and 15 feet deep. About 300-350 plants. We had fresh vegetables all summer and jarred tomatoes, pickles and peppers in many forms at the end of the season. So, we had them all year long. Because we couldn't seem to eliminate our weeds, we decided to use them. We made Dandelion Wine from the yellow flowers. It was very good. We added an in ground pool after a couple years, about 23x40 feet which the boys and their friends enjoyed, with a diving board. So did I.
Of course I was the boss of my household, whenever my wife allowed me. I insisted she go out with her sister and friends at least once a month and I will watch the kids. She never argued. She got to see and meet many show biz stars, Tommy Dorsey in NY and Jimmy Durante at Palumbo's in South Philly where the girls had their picture taken with him in his dressing room. What a group.
They played penny-anti cards several times a week but never took anything from the pot, it was put aside for their road trips. A lovelier or wiser group of ladies you will never meet.
Wow. What a wife I had. She couldn't boil water.. She burned the pot making tea. You see her mother would not allow her to cook, only iron clothes. She learned from my mom, family and me and I believe surpassed us all. Some of her specialties-Jewish Noodle cake, German Chocolate and of course Gnocchi. We eloped in 1953 when I was in the Army and she gave birth to our first, twin boys, three years later.
We eventually made it out to suburban Philadelphia to a town called Phoenixville. We had a home on a half acre with a garden 80 feet wide and 15 feet deep. About 300-350 plants. We had fresh vegetables all summer and jarred tomatoes, pickles and peppers in many forms at the end of the season. So, we had them all year long. Because we couldn't seem to eliminate our weeds, we decided to use them. We made Dandelion Wine from the yellow flowers. It was very good. We added an in ground pool after a couple years, about 23x40 feet which the boys and their friends enjoyed, with a diving board. So did I.
Of course I was the boss of my household, whenever my wife allowed me. I insisted she go out with her sister and friends at least once a month and I will watch the kids. She never argued. She got to see and meet many show biz stars, Tommy Dorsey in NY and Jimmy Durante at Palumbo's in South Philly where the girls had their picture taken with him in his dressing room. What a group.
They played penny-anti cards several times a week but never took anything from the pot, it was put aside for their road trips. A lovelier or wiser group of ladies you will never meet.
Family and Food
Family and Food
I have four sons and they all cook.
Don Jr., my oldest is great with soups, especially Pea soup, the best I ever tasted and makes excellent pulled pork in a crock pot.
Dan, Don's twin brother, cooks a variety of dishes; lives with me in Atlanta and does half the cooking. All delicious and can make tender steaks that I normally turn into rubber.
David, well let me introduce you to a Master Chef who has cooked for many, many celebrities including President Bill Clinton. Of all the excellent chefs in Philadelphia the Mayor chose David to prepare dinner for a fund raiser for President Clinton with about 200 guests. Chicken and Salmon were the choices and you better believe, at $10,000 a plate, it had to be good. Bill of course had 2 servings.
David is Executive Chef at
David D Trevelino
Executive Chef
301-767-0511
240-271-2294 Cell
TPC POTOMAC AT AVENEL FARM
10000 Oaklyn Dr
Potomac Md, 20854
David, over the years, turned my old fashioned cookouts of hot dogs and burgers into a virtual feast. From whole pig roasts to Filet Mignon. Dig this...Maryland crabs, steamed and raw clams, 2 inch thick veal chops, Tiger Shrimp(5 -6 inches long) and so much more. Thank you David.
Of course I have four sons, so here is the youngest guy...
Dean, I refer to him as the Adventurous Gourmet. I don't believe he makes the same dish twice,and it is always unique. From Filet Mignon to Grits it will always be different.. His son Lex, my grandson, at 10 years already prepares a most delicious King Crab pasta sauce that will knock your socks off.
So... the family tradition goes on. Love it.
I have four sons and they all cook.
Don Jr., my oldest is great with soups, especially Pea soup, the best I ever tasted and makes excellent pulled pork in a crock pot.
Dan, Don's twin brother, cooks a variety of dishes; lives with me in Atlanta and does half the cooking. All delicious and can make tender steaks that I normally turn into rubber.
David, well let me introduce you to a Master Chef who has cooked for many, many celebrities including President Bill Clinton. Of all the excellent chefs in Philadelphia the Mayor chose David to prepare dinner for a fund raiser for President Clinton with about 200 guests. Chicken and Salmon were the choices and you better believe, at $10,000 a plate, it had to be good. Bill of course had 2 servings.
David is Executive Chef at
David D Trevelino
Executive Chef
301-767-0511
240-271-2294 Cell
TPC POTOMAC AT AVENEL FARM
10000 Oaklyn Dr
Potomac Md, 20854
David, over the years, turned my old fashioned cookouts of hot dogs and burgers into a virtual feast. From whole pig roasts to Filet Mignon. Dig this...Maryland crabs, steamed and raw clams, 2 inch thick veal chops, Tiger Shrimp(5 -6 inches long) and so much more. Thank you David.
Of course I have four sons, so here is the youngest guy...
Dean, I refer to him as the Adventurous Gourmet. I don't believe he makes the same dish twice,and it is always unique. From Filet Mignon to Grits it will always be different.. His son Lex, my grandson, at 10 years already prepares a most delicious King Crab pasta sauce that will knock your socks off.
So... the family tradition goes on. Love it.
Inside My Kitchen ... Foods I Enjoy
Food. Eat as healthy as you wish. I tend to ignore calories and other healthful guidelines. I go for the tastes I like. I have been the same weight, within five pounds, for more than 50 years. But you know your body and how you want to live, so change and modify to your desires.
Meat. Beef, pork, veal, chicken, turkey, cornish hens, hot dogs, bacon-pork, venison, pheasant, buffalo, lamb.
Seafood. Tilapia, cod, flounder, salmon, tuna, oysters, clams, mussels, shrimp, crabs -- bluepoint/king, scallops, anchovies, white fish.
Vegetables. Spinach, broccoli rabe, escarole, corn, peas, carrots, celery, mushrooms, lettuce-iceberg, loose green, red romaine, string beans/French cut, chick peas, beans/cannolini/kidney/navy, cucumbers, zucchini, eggplant, onions/red/white/yellow, scallions, onions, olives/green/black/Spanish, pimentos, peppers/chili/hot/sweet cherry/bell/Holland/banana/hot/sweet, jalapeno/long Italian, cabbage, Chinese celery, brussel sprouts, bamboo shoots, water chestnuts, rice/long grain/brown, potatoes/Idaho/sweet yams/small red, nuts -- all kinds, tomatoes/plum, guacamole, vegetables -- variety of canned.
Fruit. Pears, apples, navel oranges, tangerines, peaches, strawberries, bananas, berries -- blue, black, raspberries, honeydew, cantaloupe, watermelon, persimmon, plums, grapes -- seedless, cherries, Chinese apples, cranberries, pineapple, juices.
Packaged. Quaker Grits & Oats, buttermilk pancakes, all-purpose flour, corn meal, plain bread crumbs, onion soup, au ju gravy, two percent milk, sour cream, heavy cream, eggs, butter, chicken, beef broth, cream of mushroom.
I inherited the forbidden fruit. I don't know what it is or where it is, if I find out I'll stay away from it. That's what screwed everything up.
Meat. Beef, pork, veal, chicken, turkey, cornish hens, hot dogs, bacon-pork, venison, pheasant, buffalo, lamb.
Seafood. Tilapia, cod, flounder, salmon, tuna, oysters, clams, mussels, shrimp, crabs -- bluepoint/king, scallops, anchovies, white fish.
Vegetables. Spinach, broccoli rabe, escarole, corn, peas, carrots, celery, mushrooms, lettuce-iceberg, loose green, red romaine, string beans/French cut, chick peas, beans/cannolini/kidney/navy, cucumbers, zucchini, eggplant, onions/red/white/yellow, scallions, onions, olives/green/black/Spanish, pimentos, peppers/chili/hot/sweet cherry/bell/Holland/banana/hot/sweet, jalapeno/long Italian, cabbage, Chinese celery, brussel sprouts, bamboo shoots, water chestnuts, rice/long grain/brown, potatoes/Idaho/sweet yams/small red, nuts -- all kinds, tomatoes/plum, guacamole, vegetables -- variety of canned.
Fruit. Pears, apples, navel oranges, tangerines, peaches, strawberries, bananas, berries -- blue, black, raspberries, honeydew, cantaloupe, watermelon, persimmon, plums, grapes -- seedless, cherries, Chinese apples, cranberries, pineapple, juices.
Packaged. Quaker Grits & Oats, buttermilk pancakes, all-purpose flour, corn meal, plain bread crumbs, onion soup, au ju gravy, two percent milk, sour cream, heavy cream, eggs, butter, chicken, beef broth, cream of mushroom.
I inherited the forbidden fruit. I don't know what it is or where it is, if I find out I'll stay away from it. That's what screwed everything up.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Pasta Sauces - GRAVY
COMING SOON.
Pasta Sauce - South Philly Italians called it GRAVY. In my book you will find a multitude of variations. Both meat and seafood. With Rigatoni, Gnocchi, Ravioli, Fetucini, Linguine and many others. You don't need to be Italian to love it, after all, Marco Polo did "borrow" it from the Chinese. What a guy.
Pasta Sauce - South Philly Italians called it GRAVY. In my book you will find a multitude of variations. Both meat and seafood. With Rigatoni, Gnocchi, Ravioli, Fetucini, Linguine and many others. You don't need to be Italian to love it, after all, Marco Polo did "borrow" it from the Chinese. What a guy.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Here We Go With Taste Enhancements
I would like to begin by listing my favorite herbs, spices and enhancements. Oregano (fresh, dry), Italian Parlsey (fresh, dry), Basil (fresh, dry), Garlic (fresh, minced, powder), Salt (sea salt, kosher salt), Black Pepper (fine and course), Chili Powder, Creole Seasoning, Crushed Red Pepper, Thyme, Dill Weed, Old Bay, Cinnamon, Anise Seed, Fennel Seed, Sesame Seed, Marjoram.
My favorite brand is McCormick for quality. Fresh is always better if you can get it or grow it yourself.
Oils for sauteing, frying ... Extra Virgin Olive Oil (most imported Italian brands. Canola Oil (Wesson), Sesame Oil/Wok Oil (lower price).
Items you might keep on hand ... RealLemon Lemon Juice. Lea & Perrins Worchestershire Sauce. Heinz Ketchup. French's Spicy Mustard. Kikkoman Soy Sauce. White Raisins. Variety of Gravies. Hot Sauces. Wines for Cooking -- Merlot. Chianti. Cabernet. Dry White, Rice. Extracts -- Lemon, Vanilla, Anise, Rum, Brandy, Almond.
Is this going to be fun or what?
My favorite brand is McCormick for quality. Fresh is always better if you can get it or grow it yourself.
Oils for sauteing, frying ... Extra Virgin Olive Oil (most imported Italian brands. Canola Oil (Wesson), Sesame Oil/Wok Oil (lower price).
Items you might keep on hand ... RealLemon Lemon Juice. Lea & Perrins Worchestershire Sauce. Heinz Ketchup. French's Spicy Mustard. Kikkoman Soy Sauce. White Raisins. Variety of Gravies. Hot Sauces. Wines for Cooking -- Merlot. Chianti. Cabernet. Dry White, Rice. Extracts -- Lemon, Vanilla, Anise, Rum, Brandy, Almond.
Is this going to be fun or what?
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Hello Baby Boomers
I thought I would try a different approach to a cook book. Inject a bit of fun and humor and if you are old enough, nostalgia. If you are not, then it is history.
I'm not a chef or a formal cook; I'm simply an artist who spent many years alone and discovered the kitchen as a place of salvation. The content of my book is the result of desire and necessity. I like to cook, I like to eat and I need to be frugal. Since I am a contributor to the Baby Boom generation, being a father of four sons, I thought I might be helpful, not to mention, make a few bucks. Needless to say, lifestyles over the past 50 years have changed, but everyone still likes to eat and cooking yourself can be fun. And for many of us today, we have a need to be frugal.
Today every time you flip a light switch, turn on your TV, use your telephone, buy a loaf of bread or a roll of toilet paper - YOU PAY TAX. So..."frugality" is the KEYWORD. My information goes beyond recipes; it is about cooking ahead, preparation and storage. I am not a food expert. I only offer tried and true recipes and procedures for food I have eaten all my life and a system of preparation and storage I have used for the past 22 years. I am 76 and still going. So use your own judgement or seek advise.
I am of Italian decent so most of my recipes are Italian, but you will find Russian, French, Chinese, Polynesian, German and more.
I will offer recipes from my book on this blog for you to experiment and enjoy. Let me know if you love it, hate it or just don't care.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Everything But the Kitchen Sink
Pots, Pans, Utensils is what I present here. Of course mine are a bit updated since those days. Now...refrigerators, freezers, microwaves and mixers. What do you need? Damned if I know. I will simply tell you what I use and you can add, subtract or modify whatever you wish. WOW, freedom of choice can be difficult.
I put the spotlight on my 1940's butcher block which I acquired nearly 40 years ago. It weighs about 250 pounds and has been around the block, from Philly to Atlanta today. Here's most of my kitchen stuff...
Good set of knives • wooden mallet and spoons • large stainless steel fork, 2 spoons, tongs • can opener • knife sharpener • potato peeler and ricer • strainers, large and small • pots-stainless steel 1,2,3 and 4 quart with lids • frying pans-6/8 inch, 12 inch, cast aluminum, non-stick • crock pot • SS roasting pans 2-1/2"x9"x14", 2-1/2"x9"x9", glass 4"x4"x9" • mixing bowels-SS 8" & 12" • Braun portable mixer • toaster oven (handy) • splash guard for frying • set of measuring spoons and cups • wok-steel • cutting boards, synthetic-8" &14."
Gadgets for slicing and dicing are endless; I have a few myself, so whatever your preference, GO FOR IT. In any case this is a start.
OK...soon we'll be on our way to the kitchen and recipes. The kitchen, temple of creativity; where you will find the aroma of the Gods, the seduction of taste buds and the essence of life - FOOD and PREPARATION on an economic level.
What the Kitchen Meant in the Old Days
In my time, it was the most important room in the house. The family was together at dinner. We gathered on Friday nights at Millie's. My mom's aunts, uncles and cousins were all their for two things ... good eating and song fests. All of us sang, uncle Angelo on the violin, uncle Reds on the mandolin and uncle Charlie offering sound effects and great humor. There were daily coffee clutches with my mom and neighbors. South Philly was a great place to grow up. A 10-inch oscillating fan atop the "ice box" seemed adequate for cooling. No supermarkets, but a butcher shop, produce market, grocery, chicken store, bakery and fish market. I was the young, enthusiastic family shopper who ran traffic with a host of hucksters on a daily basis, offering everything you can imagine. Even more amazing ... it was delivered by horse and wagon ... even the milk man and bread man. Vendors traveled our streets daily, sharpening knives, fixing umbrellas and entertaining us kids with carousel. These were simple times ... pleasurable times.
Cook Book for Baby Boomers ... Maybe Coming Soon
Live Alone. Cook Alone. Eat Alone ... on a Low Budget.
The recipes are arranged by food item, rice, spinach, beans, beef, chicken, fish, shrimp, etc. So you choose what you like and view a variety of recipes for each. You can make anything as spicy as you like or as mild. Most dishes you will make will be two to four servings; one to eat and the others you freeze for later. Some dishes are not compatible for freezing. They will be noted. A variety of pasta sauces, stir fried rice and, what I call "peasant pot soul food," filling, nourishing and tasty.
How healthy will these dishes be? I don't know. I have been eating these foods all my life and I am 76. You must use your own judgement or seek advice. Most of my recipes are light on salt although we all know salt brings out the flavor of foods. Just use your own judgement and enjoy.
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