Category: Celebrations
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We are each other’s memories, home-court habits
“We are each other’s memories,” said my beautiful, silver-haired friend yesterday morning at book club, and with that remark, she grounded me in my world in a way I’ve never before felt. Until I went to college at 17, my mother, sister and I were kept isolated in a very rural setting by my control-freak…
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Hoppin’ John Salad
Please note: A friend who ate this after it spent a day in the fridge liked it just fine. I could not taste any Italian dressing or thyme. Next time I will dress salad immediately before serving. My new left hip and I are celebrating today with the traditional Southern dinner thought to bring good luck, health…
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Mother’s Day breakfast
I’m not going to start in on Mother’s Day, oh well, maybe just a little. I talked to all of our daughters, heard some grandchildren screeching in the background; we took a small picnic and a big thermos of coffee to a park on the Yadkin River in Forsythe County; we came home and stretched…
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What an appetizer and a restaurant should be
A week ago tonight, on a night like this with air like champagne, we sat at a wall of windows in Canyons, a bar and restaurant in Blowing Rock, NC. This was our 26th wedding anniversary celebration, and we’d decided to make it an occasion by driving 70 miles on a friend’s recommendation. That it was…
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Great-aunt Charlotte, angel food cake
This is my mother’s mother’s baby sister, Charlotte. I remember her whooping laugh, her wonderful, ramshackle cottage on Lake Pochung and her angel food cake, which was high and white as the Cliffs of Dover, sweet and light as a forkful of cloud. For my 16th birthday, she made one of these wonders and Uncle Theodore brought his…
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Adult chocolate cake
It was a lovely wedding last weekend — beautiful, meaningful ceremony full of promises and promise, laughter, spring flowers, good people, fat babies and food to make hearts sing. Friday night we ate Italian, the Saturday brunch reception food was Cajun and the Sunday morning breakfast for out-of-towners was a table of quiches, breads, fresh…