“The kitchen is the heart of every home, for the most part. It evokes memories of your family history.”

The morning is cold. My house is cold, but I can hear the hot air blowing through the vents. When I came downstairs, I turned on the heat before I did anything else. In my younger days, it was November before I turned on the heat. Now, in my older days, I opt for comfort. I refuse to be cold in my own house.

When I was a kid, my house had radiators, noisy radiators. They rattled and blew steam. I remember putting my mittens on the top of the radiator and my shoes underneath so they’d dry. Sometimes I’d come in from the freezing cold and sit with my back to the radiator so I’d get warm. At night, when the house was still, I could always hear the radiators. In a way, they were comforting.

The sun was out when I woke up, but it’s gone now. Cloudy is the forecast. The sky is a light grey. Right now it is 54หš, close to the predicted high of 58หš. Rain will be back on Tuesday. Fall has definitely taken hold.

My front lawn is clear. All the twigs, leaves and pine needles are gone, but the two fallen branches are still hanging. The lawn cutter isn’t the branch man.

I save recipes. I cut out them out of magazines and newspapers. In the baskets under my table, the middle basket is filled with pieces of paper, all of them recipes. Periodically I take them out, go through them and keep a couple to try. One Christmas my mother gave me a recipe book, the sort you fill with hand written recipes. She had had relatives write out their favorite recipes so there were several. I have made some. My favorite is my Uncle Jack’s sausage cacciatore which I have made several times. My Aunt Barbara’s apple cake is delicious. There is an anise cookie recipe my Aunt Kathy added. They are my second favorite cookies just behind sugar cookies. I did tweak her recipe a bit as I used anise oil, not anise extract. That was a hint from my Uncle Jack who always used to make them. My grandmother’s date nut bread is there, but in my written hand, as I copied it from my mother. I turn the pages and love each recipe because my mother made this family.

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6 Comments on ““The kitchen is the heart of every home, for the most part. It evokes memories of your family history.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    Warmish morning here, slightky cloudy but later it changed to sunshine almost all day. I shouldn’t have been surprised since our weather sites said cloudy all day ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

    My electric radiators also makes a lot of noise, it is almost like it was when being a kid ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ The big difference is that one mustn’t put anything on them to dry like one could on the old ones.

    I never save recipes, it’s just too easy to find them on the net and to be honest I never follow them especially strictly either ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ One problem with that though, I’ll never be able to make it taste the same again ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      We still have clouds. I think the sun came out for a couple of minutes then disappeared. I just got back from my errands, and it still a bit chilly.

      I have vents now, no radiators. After I turn on the heat, I listen to hear the hot air blowing.

      My cut out recipes are from Wednesday newspapers, food day. The rest are from the food magazines I used to get. The only one I still get is the Food Channel Magazine. I like to make special when I have company.

      Enjoy your day!!

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I have a virtual saved recipe box and it’s my Pepperplate account. When I see something interesting, I’ll move it there. If I try one of the recipes, I’ll move it to a special folder. It’s a good thing I can’t actually see the virtual recipe box because I’m pretty sure it now resembles my mother’s old American Cookbook that was stuffed so full of recipe clippings that the binding broke. Most of them came from the Boston Globe chat page and most of those were from someone named Auntie Mim who was a regular contributor.
    I also have my Nana’s date nut bread recipe which she sent to my mother in a letter. I’ve copied it over into my handwritten cookbook which has recipes that I’ve done. Someone might want them.

    Today was a do nothing day. I did all the things yesterday so the dogs and I have just lounged around in the sunshine while it lasted.

    Enjoy the rest of the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I just got back from a trip first to Agway for a cat poop scoop and some more food. I also bought them a mouse toy in case they get bored. The next stop was to Ring’s Market. I bought the ingredients I need for tonight’s food. We’re having an Impossible Cheeseburger Pie.

      My mother had a really old Hood Cookbook. The binding was broken so my mother closed it with big elastic bands. After she passed, I remember looking through that book and the yellowed recipes she’d saved. I think one of my sisters had that book.

      4 o’clock is when I have to get started. It is easy to make.

      Have a great evening!

  3. Rowen Says:

    Terrific post. “Cornbread and Butterbeans” deserves special mention.

    I’ve always liked steam heat. When I was a teenager, I would stretch a leg out of the bed and warm my foot on the radiator cover. Sometimes I would try to lie down on top of the one in the living room (I was really too big) and look at the winter sky.

    Collecting recipes from friends is very satisfying. They make something you love, and then you get to make it too, and you think of them.

    • katry Says:

      Thanks! โ€œCornbread and Butterbeansโ€ was an easy choice. I’m glad you agree.

      One radiator was opposite the end of my bed and under the window. I loved all the sounds it made. The hissing was my favorite.

      The recipes are always called by name. There’s Uncle Jack’s cacciatore. We all call it that, my sisters and I. Grandma Ryan’s date-nut bread was about the only thing she made we all liked. It is true that the recipes have me thinking of my family and missing many of them.

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