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It Doesn't Taste Like Mom's
Seems like just about everything I make is not like Mom's - even down to the simple peanut butter top Mom would make an initial or sailboat drawing done with the tip of the knife. Her's just taste better! My sister, brother, and I don't care about money, what we want bequeithed to us are Mom's macaroni and cheese crock, her Cheese Cake pan, and her Iced Tea pan - we tease her that we want them 'filled' before she goes! What I can make that is just like her's is Chicken Noodle Soup. Now if I can only master her City Chicken, Stuffed Cabbage ... By the way, my most cherished posession is my Grandma's rolling pin, solid maple carved by her father. I use it all the time to roll dough (and can use as a weapon). If only I had a nickle for every pie crust that pin rolled over the past 80 years!
What do you miss? (to: expats and others!)
When I lived in France for my job, I desparately missed the all-American backyard burger! They seem to think that a burger was what passed as a burger at McDonald's (which were even a poorer quality than in the US)! Even the restaurants served poor-quality beef. I also missed the quality of meat in general at the local grocery stores. I went to a local grocery store in Behoust France with some collegues from the Netherlands, Spain, and the UK. They were amazed at the quality of the meat at the market. I looked at it and thought in the US we wouldn't even sell it to the jails! I have said it before and I will say it again, you don't appreciate what we have in the US until you have traveled to other countries! However, I have spent a lot of time in Australia - and their grocery stores and meat rock!
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Shrimp consume in a little cafe on the Champs Elysees by the Arc de Triumph. The shrimp shells used for the broth were roasted over almond wood, so an ever so slight taste of almond permeated the dish. It was incredible, a taste I never experienced before, and never forgot (this was almost 10 years ago)! I don't know if it was the warm soup on a cool night, eating in on a famous street in a famous city, or what, but never tasted anything like it again. I have been back to Paris many times since for work, but have never seen that dish again. In a way I am glad, afraid it will not be what my memory remembers!